I've managed my entire adult life to not let my issues become a burden to other people, but I realized that if I kept doing that, it might just kill me.
That wasn't hyperbole.
I've taken stock of my lifestyle and compared it to my genetics. I *think* I'm doing alright. My mental health, on the other hand, has taken a serious beating for the last 20 years or so. Either I'm insanely psychologically resilient, or I'm an emotional marshmallow that just puffs right back out.
Either way, the last couple of years has shown me that I need to make some adjustments to my coping mechanisms. First thing I needed to do was actually say something.
Can't take it back now.
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