In 2003 I was newly sober, newly married, and suddenly a father of two. Work sent me to Chicago for weeks at a time, and missing my daughter’s first three birthdays broke me. One winter night on Lake Shore Drive, overwhelmed and exhausted, I considered ending my life. The thought of my kids pulled me back, and I got help. I later divorced, got custody of my daughter, and adopted my stepson. In 2020 I met a fiery redhead and spent five of the happiest years of my life with her before it fell apart. That heartbreak sent me into another dark place, but therapy, medication, and friends helped me climb out again. Finding Demons Behind Me reminded me I wasn’t alone. Now I work on myself daily, speak openly about my struggles, and advocate for men’s mental health. Asking for help isn’t weakness — it’s how I survived, and how I keep rising.