I was scrolling the reels in Instagram this morning, and this video came on and stopped me in my tracks:

It was my first day in therapy and my therapist said “You seem really well-adjusted for someone who’s never gone to therapy. Why are you here?”

And I said, “I’m a good husband. I’m a good father. I’m a good friend. I’m a good employee. But I want to be great at all of those things and I feel like if I could be great at those by myself, I would’ve been by now. So I’m getting help.”

She said, “Employee is someone you are for your job. Husband is someone you are for your wife. Father is someone you are for your son. And friend is someone you are for your friends. Who are you for yourself? Who are you outside of those roles?”

Then the water works happened. And I heard myself say “I’m not sure there’s much of a person at the end of all that.” And that was the beginning of me figuring out who I was. At thirty something years old. Everything changed after that.

Wow. I put my phone down for a little bit, and just sat there. Thinking.

Lots of work to do.