My mantra every morning:
There ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
There ain't nothing in this world for free
I know I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know
I wish I could
Oh, no there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good

Good song. No doubt, being a man take a lot of toll to your mental health, and no one care about us.

Getting really tired recently with family and work stuff. I'm not thinking about killing myself, I still love my kids and I want to grow up with them. But I won't lie, if a lorry is heading towards me, I may not try to save myself.