I was 30 years old when my mental breakdown happened. In retrospect, I’m thankful it was as early as it was.
I was a missionary in China in my 20s, but I felt called to make a pivot and went to law school. So I was 30 years old with a wife, two young sons, and a new job as a corporate lawyer in a big fancy law firm when it all fell apart.
It was everything that’s now typical of modern America. Panic attacks, insomnia, and suicidal thoughts that eventually led me to be unable to sleep unless I took sleeping pills or had a few drinks. The point is, the missionary had become converted to the nervous medicating lawyer. I was left to wrestle with why. [Read more…]







