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A story about how I based my self-worth off my marriage. And why it almost cost me my life.
I’ve spent the last eighteen months of my life in the darkest pits of emotional hell. As a Marine, I thought I’d seen some shit, but nothing compares to the deep depression I fell into after I found out my wife was leaving me.
Like many men after an unexpected divorce, I tried to cover up all of my pain through drinking, fucking, working more, and training excessively.
That worked, at least temporarily.
Until I came down with pneumonia, lost a lot of business, and became severely depressed.
It wasn’t long before life caught up to me.
I woke up late. I stopped training and was a zombie feeding off social media and temporary highs to fuel my life.
Most nights were sleepless as I spent hours staring at the walls thinking about the afterlife. On the car ride to work, I wondered what would happen if I ran off into the guard rails. Would anyone ever notice I was gone or care who I was?
This is a story about the day I almost lost everything.
It all started on Mother’s Day of 2018 when I discovered that the love of my life and mother of my child was unexpectedly leaving me.
