So as you guys know, I have my struggles… my diagnosis is a generalised anxiety disorder and “extreme Hypochondria” both of which I have struggled with since the age of about 7. I like to think I’m quite a smart guy but when it comes to my hypochondria there is no reasoning with my brain, a common cold turns into pneumonia in my head… then the thoughts come, the terrible, awful, depressing thoughts. Me on a ventilator, my little girls watching me in the hospital bed as I struggle to even cry as I slowly slip off into the darkness… I have these thoughts regularly. It’s hard to stay positive sometimes when all my brain is trying to do is convince me that I am dying over any symptom I may or may not have… The hardest part of all of this is that, men don’t cry… my babies should not see their daddy weak, the thought of keeva or ivy seeing me in my darkest moments is heart breaking and something I have always been able to hide from them. One day the inevitable will come and they will see me break, they will see me pull over the car and have that panic attack on the side of the road and do you know what? When they do see it… I will use it as an advantage, I will teach them about mental health and use it as a positive. My daughters will never be afraid of their own minds because daddy will tell them how to use their minds to protect themselves. I’ve always thought that people who struggle with mental and physical illnesses were chosen by god… because we are strong enough to endure them! God chose me, a warrior, to cope with this illness because someone else might not of been able to. I love you guys so much and having you here cures a part of me. Thank you for being you, I will forever look out for you and never see harm come your way. Thank you❤️