When you’ve been honest about your own struggles, people start opening up to you. But there’s a line — and I crossed it before I saw it coming. This is about helping others without running yourself into the ground.
There’s a part of recovery nobody prepares you for. Not the physical side — the quiet grief that comes with saying goodbye to the life you had before. There’s even a name for it: ambiguous loss. This is about mourning the old life, and finding room for the new one.
Most men who’ve been through a heart attack know what they should be doing. But knowing something and actually doing it — when life, finances, and responsibility are pulling in the opposite direction — is a completely different thing. This week that gap caught me out.