We’re smack dab in the middle of Men’s Mental Health Awareness Month, so, I thought it would be appropriate to share a poignant post by an epic content creator I follow on Instagram whose last name just happens to be Williamson. He’s “@BradWilliamson80“, and his content is uplifting, motivating, and seems to be heavily rooted in men’s mental health. As the mother of a son and late wife of a man who lost his fight with the darkness, I LOVE IT!
Wentworth Miller once said,
You only cry for help if you believe there is help to cry for.
Well then? What if that’s especially true for men? What if telling themselves they can’t go there because no one will care is the silent catalyst for when their pride, guilt, and blood finally spill all over the floor, or, as in the case with Zack, all over the interior of the front seat of the REALLY expensive car that was but an illusion he presented to the world: “Look how OKAY I really, really am!” What if there really is a darkness in the distance from the ways that they’ve been livin’, but they know they can’t resist it, because there really is no mercy to spare for all the sins they’ve hidden in the daylight, then, if they end up on their knees, instead of following The Light, they slip to the void of a very unpopular monster?
As for me and this post? Yah, I really do love it and hate it at the same time, ’cause just look at the number of people who liked my comment. As of the today, there are at least 101 other people in this world who felt my words.
As much as I detest the fact that so many men are hiding in the darkness of their feelings right now, I love that the ripples of awareness are growing day by day. Let’s keep up this bittersweet work, my friends, by continually shedding light on the unique mental health struggles faced by men, dismantling the stigmas that prevent them from asking for help, and encouraging open and sometimes vulnerable conversations about men’s mental well-being, such as the one posted by “the other Mr. Williamson“, because, yes, MEN HAVE FEELINGS, TOO! They shouldn’t have to suffer in silence while screaming out in pain all alone behind the wheels of their cars. Just sayin’.
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