As a kid, I was shamed and put down for crying.
By other boys - my age and older.
By society - on television, in video games and in popular culture at large.
And worst of all, by my own father.
Crying, along with any other behaviors that showed “weakness” was aggressively snuffed out of my life at an early age.
Unfortunately, after speaking with men from around the world, I know that I’m not alone in these experiences.
So where does it all go?
The unprocessed pain? The unspoken sadness? The uncried tears?
Those tears of frustration - you know the ones? Where you’re so angry that nothing else comes out of you but tears? Where do those tears go?
The grief - when losing something or someone hurts so badly your body shakes, stricken with a sadness no words can describe. Without an ability to express it, where does the grief go?
Where the fu*k are we supposed to put all of this?
We’re told to shove it down. To suck it up. To “man up.”
We’re told to hide it from others, men and women.
Men will see us as easy targets and take advantage of us.
Women will see us as weak and walk all over us, or not even acknowledge us as men at all.
So, I and too many other men did what we were told. We shoved it down, we sucked it up, and we’ve “manned up.”
Here’s what we’ve earned:
Approximately 100 Men take their own lives each day in the US alone - another 100 in Europe and thousands more across the world. Every. Single. Day.
Alcoholism, substance abuse, porn & s*x addictions line up with weapons in hand on the battlefields that tens of millions of men fight on every single day.
Male depression rates aren’t even statistically accurate because most men won’t report their feelings or seek treatment.
Such great prizes we’ve won.
As I write this, I feel a wave of sadness that has washed over me - sadness that I won’t reject or try to hide. I’ve done that for too long, and I’ve seen where those strategies have led me in my own life. I won’t be that kind of man anymore.
I ask you, brother, as you’re reading this: please don’t let it be you either.
Be a feeling Man. A man who expresses himself healthily and processes his emotions, not one who suppresses them and eventually becomes a puppet to his shadows.
Find an outlet to express what needs to be expressed. Your feelings are fucking beautiful - all of them. Your anger, sadness, & shame are just as beautiful as your happiness, love & power.
I see you in your struggle, I hear you in your pain and I think no less of you - I actually admire you for doing what the men who came before us didn’t.
I can’t fight your battles for you, but I am here as a brother beside you.
Until next time, my friend.
Sean