This is me 20 years ago. I am filming (and sleeping) in this rental house with friends. The Puffy Chair has recently premiered at Sundance. I am in a healthy relationship with the love of my life. After years of relentlessly pushing myself through the struggle, everything is finally working. I look so happy. Everyone can see it and is commenting on it.
Not long after this picture is taken is when I have a nervous breakdown. I don't see it coming. It brings me to my knees. Thankfully, the story ends well. I'm able to build myself back up with therapy, medication, exercise, consistent sleep, etc. In some ways, that breakdown was a gift to help me become the person I am now. It certainly made me a kinder, gentler father/husband/friend/collaborator/mentor. But it almost broke me.
Today is the last day of Men's Mental Health Month. Please remember that you can't always see what's going on from the outside. Sometimes it looks "happy." Check on your loved ones. Check in with yourself. And if you or someone you know is heading somewhere scary, @988Lifeline is a text/chat/call away.
24 April 1988. Marine Corps pilot Colonel Jerry Cadick was severely injured after his F/A-18 Hornet crashed during a display at Marine Corps Air Station (MCAS) El Toro. He was attempting a “Square Immelman".
It is with deep sadness that we mourn the passing of Jake Larson, one of the last D-Day veterans and beloved social media figure known as "Papa Jake," who died at
102. On June 6, 1944, he landed on Omaha Beach, facing unimaginable danger so others could live in freedom. In his later years, millions came to know his warmth, humor, and humility online, as he often said he was simply "lucky" to have survived when so many did not. With his passing, a living link to D-Day fades into history, and the duty to remember the courage and sacrifice of that generation now rests with us. May he rest in peace. 🫡