DADsquared℠

So I will be turning 56 this coming Fall. I can hardly believe it.  Quite honestly I have never really felt my age. I often joke that the reason why my marriage is so successful, despite our 13 year difference in age, is that my husband is so mature and I, well not so much. The past few years, as some of you know, have been difficult. Unlike years gone by I never noticed the changes in my face but when I hit 50 I started to become so much more aware of my skin. I was also keenly aware that I had not been caring for myself as I once did. Kids do that to us right? Not enough sleep, stress, unhealthy diets and on and on. Well, last year I decided to do something about it. Nothing grand nor earth shattering. Nothing that required a moving truck, scalpel or a divorce lawyer. It was a tiny move that has changed my life. Mad Hippie Love... Not this kind, But rather this kind... Yes, I changed my skin care..

I am a man of deep self reflection, I often pause, contemplate and when able, I try to correct. I believe that the road to self awareness and discovery requires many moments spent looking into your own eyes and being prepared to embrace what you see. Lately I have been all to often disappointed with the man that looks back at me. He was always kindhearted, spirited, loving and had a amazing sense of humor. He was the guy you turned to when things were tough and the first guy you would call when it was time for a celebration. He was that  go to  fellow that would never let you down. But now?  Now I barely trust him to make it through a day unscathed. I don't trust him with my own secrets and I certainly would not entrust him with anything you hold too dear. Over the past 4 years I have been dealing with depression, apparently somewhat severe. It is so easy to think that the root of your sadness is any one of a million things that bombard you o