There are two things I've noticed my generation has been obsessed with since I was younger: Blogging and mental health.

I'm a 37-year-old Millennial. I remember when Blurty, Live Journal, and Myspace all first launched, and I was a frontline user of each online diary platform.

I also remember when Pete Wentz of Fall Out Boy, Max Bemis of Say Anything, and Kanye West all publicly discussed their Bipolar diagnoses.

Following a telehealth appointment with my psychologist, I've reflected on my youth's obsession with both mental health and blogging. She's the second therapist I've seen in my adult life to recommend I launch a blog to quiet my work stress.

As I think back on my youth, I think I – and better yet we – have always spoken openly about mental health and broadcasted our lives on the internet for the world to read.

In my late-twenties, all the AIM users whose away message was the Taking Back Sunday lyrics "With my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt" had grown up.

We started careers and traded those archaic outlets for travel Instagram accounts, breadmaking TikToks, and craft beer blogs. Me, I fell into the latter camp.

But shortly before launching my project BrowardBeer.com, I, like many in my "entitled and hypersensitive" generation, was stressed out and anxious about adulthood.

During months of weekly sessions with the therapist I saw back then, and regular talks with an older, wiser coworker, it hit me that work shouldn't be the only thought in my brain all day every day.

I felt I needed to give my career everything I had. I went to university hoping to become a journalist, chasing an idea I'd gotten from a character in a movie or TV show.

It's ironic – those characters are fictional, and my life wasn't. They never existed for more than 30 minutes to two hours. My workdays in an office were a minimum of eight.

One morning, while walking to a mandatory company-wide meeting, an older/wiser coworker said: "You look like shit – what's wrong?" Part of me felt he knew my response before I said, with a sigh, "Am I really going to spend the next 40 years of my life like this?" And he told me, "Not if you don't want to."

He also hated the social structures of corporate life but learned to cope and accept the world around him by writing about a small piece of it in his backyard. In the early 1990s, as a reporter for the SunSentinel, he launched an alternative magazine under his editor's nose.

It had grown so large so quickly in the local area that when the publishers found out, they fired him. Then they bought the magazine and rehired him to run it as editor the same day.

I never believed my bosses would want any blog I launched, but nonetheless I started thinking about what my alternative magazine would be. I was really into craft beer; the industry was just blowing up in my backyard with new breweries opening everywhere, and no one was covering it journalistically.

So I started BrowardBeer.com. I was in a great mood the day I told my therapist about it. I guess I was in such a good mood that he dismissed me from sessions, saying I was doing much better and there wasn't much else he could help me with.

He honestly was right at the time. At work, I did my job and didn't put up a fuss. I embraced the incompetence and weirdness of my coworkers. Boring meetings, stupid policies – they were just what I endured to get paid.

Between the content I created for the company, I worked on content for myself. But I stopped. Here's why.

The biggest reason is worth explaining: hanging out in breweries leads to a lot of drinking – like daily, and because it's beer, you don't notice your tolerance makes your stomach feel like it's just bread-flavored water. But your liver will show the increase in your bloodwork, and your cardiovascular damage will show it in your blood pressure.

If I cut down, my health would likely rebound. But I also learned I was going to be a dad, which made me question my relationship with alcohol and simply working without pay. That blog at times had obligations: Social situations I felt compelled to attend, arbitrary deadlines, and interviews I hoped would get me in with other brewery owners.

I finally made the decision that it was time to back off the beer blog and start considering what to do next. My wife and I knew we were naming our daughter Radley and would nickname her Rad.

So I bought the domain RadDadLyfe, thinking maybe this would be a millennial dad lifestyle blog. But what exactly does that mean? I looked up other competitors, and they were all kinda boring.

Mainly just articles about saving money, being present, and family vacations. None of it really felt like my life. I still like going to breweries. I like getting tattoos. I like playing guitar, collecting records, and going to shows.

I've bought my daughter a toddler-sized Loog guitar so she can play along with me. The further I write through this column, the more I'm answering my original question: RadDadLyfe should simply be about my life.

People don't need to read it as much as writing a journal can be therapeutic for me. The topics and verticals will naturally come together as I write more. And if they don't, like the last blog, they'll be entries of a time in my life I hope not to forget as I get older.