Finally admitted I've been struggling
Spent the last year convincing myself I was fine. Working too much, not sleeping, snapping at my kids over nothing. My wife finally sat me down and said I needed to get help. Started seeing a therapist last month and honestly it's been one of the hardest things I've done. Turns out I have a lot of stuff I've been carrying around since my dad passed when I was 16. Takes courage to admit you're not okay but it feels good to finally address it instead of just pushing through.
Not sleeping and working too much is a combo that makes everything worse especially with kids. The fact that you're now aware of it is the biggest step. You got this.