Journal

May 2026 was one for the ages. In terms of depression, it wasn't the worst I've been in a long time, not even the worst month this year. As I've said in a previous journal piece, the start of 2026 saw me in the throws of suicidal ideation, struggling with work, lacrosse, and everything else. Ironically, May 2026 was (at time of writing) the least worst mental health month I've had this this year.

Myself (left) and Clive (right) in 2016 at the under 19 Lacrosse World Championship in BC, Canada. My younger brother was representing Australia in this tournament. I’ve been fortunate through my life in that I’ve not experienced the loss of many relatives or friends so far. I was lucky enough to have three grandparents when I was born and I kept them into adulthood. My maternal grandmother made it to eighty-nine and my paternal grandfather made it to ninety-seven (his aim to