This time, it felt like I just couldn’t take care of business anymore. I could not handle being me anymore. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t think, couldn’t wife. The only part that kept me hanging on were my kids. The responsibility to them and my career was all that I left to focus on. The job kept the food on the table. The table was where I fed them. These two factors – my job and my kids – that was all that I was running on. And I was running on clear ass empty.

Regardless, I feel like each of us will walk away from this with a new perspective on ourselves. Either stoic in the nostalgia of what a year locked down meant for our mental well-being, or grateful that we endured the brink of disaster and came back with a better understanding of how to care for our fellow human. Our partners. Our kids. Our families. Our colleagues.

On a day like today, when I drop a realness post (https://www.facebook.com/careonair/posts/1309011395961005) and bare my soul with reverence and authenticity, I should expect some blow back. And I got it. I got dozens of fabulous messages. And support. And like and love emojis. And I wish I had the strength to enjoy them for what they…