I’m Here for You Bro
june is men’s mental health awareness month.
this one isn’t a caption. it’s a message. so if you’re a man reading this, hear me.
there’s a stigma that says real men don’t talk. that strength means silence. so we bottle it, bury it, carry it alone until the weight becomes too much. that’s the lie that’s killing us.
real strength was never staying quiet. it’s the phone call you don’t want to make. the “i’m not okay” you’ve been scared to say. the courage to be seen when it feels uncomfortable. that’s not weakness. it never was.
you don’t have to have it all together. you don’t have to be strong every second. what you carry, what you’ve survived quietly, it matters more than you know. and the world is better with you in it.
so check on your people. the strongest smile can hide the heaviest burden. ask the question. ask it twice. mean it.
and if you’re in the dark right now, hear this. my phone is open. my door is open. i don’t care if it’s 4am. i don’t care if we’ve never met. reach out. because i’d rather take a hard call at 4 in the morning than ever get an invite to a funeral that could’ve been prevented.
you matter. your life matters. don’t suffer in silence. let someone in. let it be me if you need it to be.
we run forward so no one gets left behind. that includes you.
call or text 988 anytime, 24/7. you’re never as alone as the dark makes you feel.
on a personal note.
i found this tribe in one of the lowest points of my life. i wasn’t okay. and i didn’t know how to say it.
but they met me there anyway. open arms, no questions, no judgment. they taught me how to hope again when i’d run out of reasons to. they accepted every part of me, even the parts i was still learning to accept myself. and somewhere in those miles, i finally understood what it meant to belong. to be seen. to be part of something real. to be part of a tribe.
i’m forever thankful for this group of men who saved me without even knowing they were doing it.
and i’ll always hold my feather up high. 🖤🪶
Jacob Lee
Nomad
