Forty-seven months after losing my wife, I am used to sharing the night with the Monster. I don’t sleep much anymore because I fear, as Hamlet said, “What dreams may come,” and so I lie awake still staying on my side of an empty bed. And the Monster comes. And we fight.

Depression. I am pretty sure the Monster’s real name is Depression. Or Fear. Or Anxiety. Or Self-Doubt. Or some hideous combination of them all, creating a toxic swirl that ebbs and flows in my mind.

I fear I am losing my daughter to adulthood and distance. That I am becoming less of a necessity and more of a nuisance to her.

I fear I am not giving my son the proper guidance and support he needs as he navigates his teen years.

I fear I am allowing my health to get worse and that I will orphan my children.

I fear living paycheck to paycheck.

I fear that I cannot support my family on my single income.

I fear that I am not only not catching up but that I am being dragged ever so slowly away from shore by the riptide of debt, medical bills and poor choices.

I feel as if I have been adrift emotionally, mentally, personally and professionally for a while now. I know so many people and yet I feel so alone all the time. Intellectually I know that I am not unique. I know that these fears and anxieties do not make me special. It seems, in fact, as if this is a new normal in 21st century America. But the Monster exists. And the Monster comes. And we fight.

The Monster rarely comes during the day, but recently that, too, has changed. I am trying to write it off to monumental changes in my son’s life. He recently performed in his first musical. He is starting high school this week. He had his first band concert. She would be so proud of him. And when I think of all the milestones she is not getting to experience with him and with my daughter as well, the hole in my life widens, my walls give way just a bit more and the Monster appears.

Standing in Panera last week, the Monster struck with full force out of the blue and I had a full-on panic attack. My son was about to order, but I told him we had to leave immediately. He knew something was wrong and much to my chagrin my battle caused him to become upset. I tried my best to assure him I was OK, but he’s extremely perceptive. There is no fooling my kid. And so the Monster comes. And we fight.

What is the point of all this? Why am I lying on my side of an empty bed writing this while wearing a CPAP mask at 2:22 a.m. on a Sunday morning? I think I want to share my ongoing struggle with the Monster to let people know that everyone is dealing with their own unique Monster. Maybe there is some sort of stigma surrounding a man, a guy, a dude, a whatever, admitting to this struggle. Maybe I am supposed to “man up” and with bravado say I am going to kick the Monster’s ass. I’d like to say that. And I am trying, Ringo. I am trying real hard.

I don’t know if I can kick the Monster’s ass. Hell, at this point, I’d be happy with a split decision victory. Because I am struggling. I want people – especially men – to understand that if you too are struggling it is OK to talk about it. To ask for help. I need help. I want to fight, but sometimes I don’t know how to fight. Maybe this will help someone out there even if it doesn’t help me. So I offer this for what it is worth.

Because the Monster is real. And the Monster comes. And we fight.

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Elisa Schmitz

"I think I want to share my ongoing struggle with the Monster to let people know that everyone is dealing with their own unique Monster." This post took my breath away and brought me to tears, Rick St. Peter . Your writing is so real and true. I am sorry for your pain, for the Monster that you fight with. You are so right that you are not alone in this; and yet, it is not talked about nearly enough. Thank you for having the courage to share what is going on with you, to use your voice to bring light to those shadowy places. It makes a difference. YOU make a difference. You are bold and brave and you give me hope. I am rooting for you, Rick. You've got this Monster, you really do.

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Tammy Read

The fact that you could write this....you are standing up to the Monster. You are stronger than you think. Thank you for sharing. I know this article is helpful to those also battling the Monster.

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Julie Rose

❤️this so much

Stephanie Cannoe

Your experience is unique and yet I can relate. I hate to be that person, but I felt called to share because of your honesty about a topic many shy away from. During my battle with depression amongst my arsenal of support and tools, I believe that it wasn't until I found the right psychiatrist and his expert 'scientist mind' combination of drugs that I found solid ground to stand on. I will be on medications for the rest of my life gratefully. Another topic full of stigma and yes - I'm becoming a meditation instructor too. ...but with all the alternative approaches and diet I was not able to lift the weight of symptoms of depression. In my experience the thoughts and emotions never leave us, but the weight and the grip is alleviated. To befriend my monsters this is what works for me! Thank you for sharing what's in your heart and to educate and inspire others to acknowledge their monsters, ask for help and men especially need to start having this conversation.

Joy Stephenson-Laws JD

This will help soooooo many people. I think I have always known I was prone to depression but confirmed a few years ago with DNA testing. But I think I have successfully managed to stay 1 step ahead of this monster. For example, I anticipate when it is likely to visit and change my activity or focus. I try to stay nutritionally balanced and over emphasize those nutrients like magnesium that keep me sane. I try to keep moving and create new challenges and counter any potential negativity with something positive. These are just some of the things that work for me. It is a challenge but we can overcome it.

Susan Schaefer LaRose

Rick, you are SERIOUSLY depressed.

You need to find the time to locate a competent physician to sort out appropriate treatment for you before things get worse.

Your children need you.

YOU need you.

This depression has gone on for almost 4 years.

You will not beat it until you teach out for support.

I KNOW this because I am you.

The circumstances are not identical but my depression is long-lasting, serious and real.

I am tackling it with the one--two punch of medication and visiting a therapist.

I was a Neuroscience pharma rep repping antidepressants for nearly 20 years.

That did not protect me from my own depression, but it did help me recognize it and tackle it.

That is what you need to do.

Do not keep waiting for your depression to magically lift on its own.

Gather what little energy you have and find a doctor who treats depressed patients often.

Please do this as soon as you can.

I will be thinking about how you are doing.

You wrote this piece because you were reaching out for someone to listen and help.

That someone is right here.

Sue LaRose

Ann Marie Patitucci

Rick St. Peter: Thank you for sharing this. I have no doubt that it will help someone to feel less alone. Know than I am thinking of you and sending you love.

Julio Caro

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