Terry Jones with his daughters. (Photo by Jared Wickerham/Pittsburgh City Paper)

How becoming a dad helped save my life after years of struggling with my mental health

Editor's note: This story contains references to suicide and trauma. Compelling personal stories
told by the people living them. ​​Every morning, I wake up to an alarm. The alarm is not always the same; sometimes it’s my Samuel L. Jackson Alexa app and sometimes it’s someone saying, “Daddy, wake up.”

Wait, did someone really call me “Dad?”

Since I was young, I’ve known that I wanted to grow up to become a comedian, an actor, or a musician. But I had no clue the kid who wore cowboy boots in the hood, the one who was called “not Black enough,” would ever be called “Dad.” The guy with depression, anxiety, body dysmorphia, and PTSD is a dad?