Noah Viands Marshall

Okay, look. I'm never going to know what it's like to give birth to a kid. I won't ever experience post-partum depression, and I won't ever know what any of it is like, as a man. That's something I can agree to. However, I do know what it's like to go through a hard time, being depressed, feeling absolutely hopeless and like the world is coming down on you. I do know that feeling well. A lot of folks do, especially nowadays. They tried to put me on all kinds of crap too after diagnosing me with PTSD and anxiety. I refused them, and found alternative routes through meditation, psilocybin treatments, CBD and other methods. And it works for me. But even in my darkest and bleakest of times, when I was completely lost and had no idea how to keep going, I never once, not ONCE, thought about even raising a hand to my children, much less doing what this demon did. I had to suck that BS up, and keep moving forward, because that's your job as a parent. You protect them at all costs. If you want me to have sympathy for Lindsay Clancy and the people who support her, you'll have to get your dopamine hit somewhere else. This whole ordeal is sickening AF to me.