Started therapy last month and wow
Not gonna lie I was really resistant about going. Thought it was admitting defeat or something stupid like that. But my wife finally got me to make an appointment and I've been going weekly. My therapist actually gets the dad thing, like the pressure to always have it together. First time in years I feel like I can actually talk about my depression without filtering it. Should have done this years ago.
That's not admitting defeat that's admitting you want to be better, totally different thing. Props for going. A lot of dads won't take that step.