Deer hunting saved my life. Before I figured that out, I tried a few “life-saving methods”:
Eating my way through problems… turns out problems don’t get full.
Toughing it out… but my brain is tougher than me.
Even tried fishing… but the bobber wasn’t much of a therapist.
Truth is, the woods became my therapy chair when PTSD, anxiety, and depression were chewing me up. But hunting alone wasn’t enough — therapy gave me tools I didn’t even know I needed.
If you’re carrying a heavy load, listen — there’s no shame in reaching out. Just like picking a stand, sometimes you need a guide who sees things from a different angle.
Don’t wait until your season feels over. You’re worth it.
And my inbox is always open — whether you want to talk… or just need someone who can sit in silence like a tree stand.
