As the cliche so eloquently puts it, the struggle is real. And I personally know how real it is as well. On January 12th, after 20 years working in collegiate and pro sports I stepped away. It was a decision that haunted me for many years before I made the jump but I knew deep down in the depths of my gut that my time was up, and not to anyone’s doing but my own. I had no reason to leave the job I was at. I was fully vested in both an MLB and NFL pension, I had rebuilt two creative and photography departments into something I was insanely proud of and most importantly I had made lifelong friends and as those of us in the business would say, a new family. But the toll this life took on my mental health was one that I thought I may never recover from.