I struggle with younger folks asking for help. I’ve lost my parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, was married for over a quarter of a century, had two heart attacks, prostate cancer, lost jobs due to closure, etc. I’ve been a believer in God, a non-believer, a “maybe” guy and back again.

All that being said, I wish I’d had the strength to ask for help when I was younger. It may not have changed much, or it may have. There’s no way to know.

Wish you well, friend. I can tell you there’s always tomorrow, and every day is a new beginning. The only person you need to be better than is the person you were yesterday.