This is a story of me before and after I realized I was in charge of creating my own happiness in life.
There are some details in this story that aren’t fun to talk about, but I wanted to share them for people who are where I was three years ago: clinging to any glimpse of hope that life would get better.
I grew up in a small suburb of Salt Lake City, Utah. I was raised a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Met my husband, Danny, in Thailand the summer after completing my coursework at BYU.
We got married in 2006. We did the usual “check the box” things you do as a couple, work to see each other, work out together, set goals and dreams together and supported each other in reaching them.
I went on to get a master’s degree in Tax from the University of Utah while Danny got his bachelor’s degree in Business Finance while applying/interviewing with dental schools all over the country. We moved to the charming town of South Pasadena in August of 2008. Danny started dental school at USC and I began working as an accountant at a large accounting firm in downtown LA.
In 2010 Maya, our oldest, was born. In 2012, Danny graduated, and we moved to Oregon for his first post-dental school job. Marcus, our second child, was born at the tail end of 2012. We moved back to Utah in 2013 where Danny continued working as a dentist. In 2014 we bought our first house! In 2015 we welcomed our third child, Gweneth, to the family. Danny was also planning to buy into his practice that year.
Then . . . in late 2015 . . . our lives 180’d (from my perspective, at least).
Danny had his first panic attack.
He took the day off, then a week, then didn’t go back in. He could not manage his emotions.
He had gone from working as a dentist easily making six figures to a caretakee-like state.
I had a 4, 2, and 3-month-old and now a husband who couldn’t fall asleep without help.
And so it begins . . .