The morning I stopped pretending

For years I woke up and put a face on before my feet hit the floor. Fine. Busy. Grand. One Tuesday I couldn't do it. I sat on the edge of the bed and told my wife I was struggling. Not dying, not broken , just struggling. She didn't fix it. She just sat with me. That was the beginning of everything CLRTY is built on. You don't need the perfect words. You need one person who won't flinch when you say them.