A while ago, I had a conversation with someone close to me that has stayed with me since. During our exchange he told me that I’m not the only person who suffers from depression, but then added that not everyone makes it their “identity.” It wasn’t just an observation – it was an attempt to discredit what I’ve been doing.

Since that conversation, I have reflected on it often, questioning what exactly it is that I am trying to do. As I mentioned in my last post, I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. This morning, as I write this, something occurred to me and I want to share that insight at the end this post. But first, I would like to bring up a few key considerations.

A recent study from the CDC showed that in 2022, in the United States alone, more than 49,000 people died by suicide – one person every eleven minutes. And the number continues to rise each year. In the first responder community, it is well known that first responders have a significantly higher rate of suicide and mental health struggles. This is not just a passing fact – has been backed by research throughout the years. For some, this might be new information, but for me, it’s something I have been aware of for a long time.

Having spent twenty years in the fire service – both as volunteer and career – I’ve seen the consequences of this firsthand. I won’t go into details, but I’m sure you can imagine. I have also witnessed the devastating impact that it has on families.

This is why I decided to utilize my experience, my knowledge, and my awareness for something purposeful. I started a blog (which eventually became this website), wrote a book, launched the peer support team on the fire department, and continue to advocate for those who are struggling.

The accusation that I’ve made mental health my “identity” is simply wrong. I haven’t made it my identity – I’ve made it my life.