After years of just pushing through and thinking something was wrong with my work ethic, I finally went to a doctor. Turns out I've got depression. Started on meds last week. Part of me feels relieved that there's actually something to treat but also kind of ashamed that I couldn't just tough it out like I thought I was supposed to. How did you guys handle the diagnosis and telling your family about it?
Glad you finally got the diagnosis, man. That took guts. I built a treehouse last summer thinking I could just work through my own stuff, but getting help made a bigger difference than any project ever could.
Good on you for going to the doctor. That's the hardest part sometimes. Don't blame yourself for not just pushing through harder - that's not how it works. Teaching my kids by example that taking care of your mental health matters.
Good on you for taking that step. I know a lot of guys who won't admit something might be off mentally because of the whole tough it out mentality. That's garbage. You deserve to feel better and be there for your kids without carrying that weight.
This is huge. Seriously. So many of us push through thinking we're just bad at adulting when really we need actual medical help. Depression lies to you and tells you it's a character flaw. It's not. Really proud of you for getting diagnosed.
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Man, I'm really glad you finally got that diagnosis. I spent years thinking the same thing about myself - like if I just worked harder or had better discipline it would go away. Turns out my brain needed actual help, not more willpower. You're not weak for needing support, you're smart for getting it.