I never break. All my life I’ve been going through some serious s***. In school, during military deployment, with wife’s and my kids serious medical conditions. Death, work, whatever. I just carry on. I never talked to a therapist, never had panic attacks, was not depressed and never needed meds for anxiety etc. Just too mentally stable. Sometimes I wish I could take a pause and just let the sorrow take over and have the need for help, but I never do…