You Are Loved.

We all go through things in life, some good, some bad, some hard to comprehend.  We also tend to forget just how important mental health is for folks, more importantly for men.

One thing that can, could, would help is if men found it within themselves the ability to talk and open up. That right there alone can and does work wonders.

The way though, even in 2026, unfortunately, it’s still found upon in a sense by society about men being emotional and being open about their feelings. With the recent events of the tragic passing of Rondale Moore, I felt compelled to talk about my own personal bouts with depression and mental health.

I’ve been diagnosed with ADD & ADHD ever since I was the young age of two years old. I’ve also always thought I’ve had other things as well, they’ve just never been properly diagnosed, I guess you could say.

I’m soon to be 41 years old and it’s just something I’ve over a lot of time learned to deal with the best way I possibly can. From around the age of 8, to around early 20’s, I went to counseling. From the age of 2, to the age of 20, I took Ritalin. Around the time I was 20, that’s when they first came out with what they called, “adult ADD medicine”.

That type of medicine caused me to have severe anger issues so quickly I knew medicine wasn’t it. Over time, I had learned to develop personal coping strategies.

But let’s backtrack just a bit, from a young age up until my mid-teens, I got bullied, BULLIED A LOT. I got bullied so bad, around 6th/7th grade, I stood up on my bed, put a belt around my neck, tied it, and put it around my ceiling fan.

Stop on top of my bed, eyes flooded with tears, and my mother barges into my room and gets me off the bed. Now, granted the luck of something happening tied to the fan not likely, however, the major thing was that I as a child was willing to attempt it.

Flash forward to when I was around the age of 23. I got into it real bad with the lady I was with at the time. I went home, crashed out, tore the house up, and attempted to slit both of my wrists.

Now flash forward to when I was around 24-25. My lady and I had split up. I came home, slammed my watch on the ground, and demanded I be taken to the hospital. I self-checked into our Lady of Peace Mental Hospital.

I was in OLAP for about four days straight. I did clinical counseling, and then life happened. Flash forward to present day. I’m soon to be 41 years old, have two kids, and have been married for almost ten years.

Ever since then to present day, I have without a shadow of a doubt had my moments of mental tiredness, depression, sadness. The list goes on. I say all of this to say this: life is precious. You are loved.

I still find myself looking and thinking back to these moments, getting emotional about what I’ve gone through , but really what I’ve made it through.

Please folks, if you find yourself having thoughts of self-harm or even worse, do not ever hesitate to reach out to someone. Call someone. Folks may not say it to you, but folks do love you.

Don’t ever think you’re not worth it. Because you are. Life is precious, and so are YOU!

Love All,

Cory Bosemer