I came here to find others who struggle and those who will listen and help. Someone on the national suicide hotline told me about this.

I was imagining resting my forehead against the barrel of my shotgun and was afraid of how comforted I felt at the thought of being dead. So I knew I needed help. I have my wife, my extended family, my previous pets, my students, and a plethora of others for whom I cannot give myself into to desire for death.

I have physical, mental, emotional, and sexual trauma from which I am recovering, and it makes me feel less than worthy of love. But I give love freely, and I offer no judgement. I am more than happy to listen.

On lighter notes, I am a musician, a teacher, and husband to my best friend. I have two pugs and two cats who are the light of my life.