My dad shot himself.

I buried him and let my fire go out.

My business suffered as a result, the wife freaked seeing me so vunerable for so long. It caused issues with the relationship dynamic. I pushed brothers away because no one would tell me to get my shit together. I'm not some mythical figure to you fucks. And that criticism feeds that mean fucking old man inside me with zero fucks to give about feelings and positivity. I don't want anymore pity. He's dead, I can't bring him back and watching him waste his talents and mind made him seem dead already.

I've done more with myself in the last couple years then the rest of my life. These last couple months have been brutal. So I'm coming back to the fountain I first drank from and where I got my shit together at.

In advance I appreciate your thoughts etc. But I'm here to put my head back on straight, not for some hand holding. Everyone in my life is scared to feed me that hard to swallow medicine that keeps the weakness away. Its made me lose respect for some of them.