Recovery is a long road.

There’s counseling, intense therapy, new meds, and lots and lots of embarrassing honesty. But I made it. Thanks to good doctors, lots of prayer, and a kick-ass support system, I was able to find a strength I didn’t know I had: the strength to admit I was weak. And that made me a brand new man.

If you know someone who has been flung into a supporting role during the wake of a suicide attempt, my story could be their lifeline. Spouses, parents, and the pastor of your church need to read today’s post on Good Men Project.

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