Wayne knott
Looking back I have always struggled with some form of depression. Like most young South African males in the early 1980s, I completed military service. Many of us were only 17 or 18 years old, and we saw and did things no young man should. Looking back, I experienced frequent episodes of depression and anxiety, and over the years, I lost many friends who took their own lives.
A few years ago, as I began slowing down and transitioning into retirement, episodes of hopelessness and anxiety became even more frequent. Work, which had always given me a sense of purpose, was suddenly gone.
Fortunately, I discovered Ironman triathlon, and it became a transformative outlet for me. The physical challenge is incredible, and being part of a core group of friends I interact with daily has provided a much-needed space to communicate and share.
Recently, a lifelong friend took his own life, which had a profound impact on me and brought back memories of my own darkest times. It was then I decided that for my next Ironman—on my 60th birthday—I would fundraise for a cause that helps people struggling with similar challenges.