Well, folks, it’s “Men’s Health Day” once again. Oh, how I love it and hate it at the same time, especially inasmuch as that on a day like this, all I can think about is the mental warfare that must have been happening in my husband’s fucked up beyond recognition broken mind in the very last moments of his life. The conversation he must have been having with both God and the devil who’d taken up residency in his body may very well sounded something like this:
Tellin’ myself it’s the last time. Can you spare any mercy that you might find if I’m down on my knees again? Deep down, way down, Lord, I try to follow Your Light, but it’s nighttime, Please, don’t leave me in the end. Oh, there’s darkness in the distance … I’m begging for forgiveness. Oh, but I know I might resist it! Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time. You and I drink the poison from the same vine. Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time … hidin’ all of our sins from the daylight. From the daylight … runnin’ from the daylight.
Truth being told, though he was, indeed, the consummate “incel, loner, weirdo man” whom the good Dr. Peterson spoke of above when I found him, in my heart of hearts I know that I did everything in my power to build him up into the magical Superman that he became during our season together despite his “mommy issues“.
And so, with that, please let me implore you all once again that although a man’s mental health journey begins in the womb, we should protect that journey in their homes, as well:
In being honest, I’ve been on both sides of the “how to treat your man” coin, and admittedly and ashamedly have not always offered “king treatment” to the men who were in my halo. Although I always strive to live with no regrets, I’d be lying if I said that I don’t often look back at the many ways I failed as a queen, failed to “build him up”, actively “broke him down“, and was another war he faced when he stepped over the threshold of our home. By the way, in case you didn’t know this already, today is “Men’s Mental Health Awareness Day“. If there is a man in your life, be it a husband, son, brother, or even just a friend, please remember not to forget that “men have feelings, too“.
(“The Crowning“)
If you have a man of any age living in your home today, please remember that, yes, they do have feelings, too. Treat them kindly, give credit when it’s due, and for God’s actual sake, be impeccable with all your words. Whether you want to believe it or not, it’s a pretty tough gig out there for those amongst us born with a penis. Sorry, NOT sorry to be so frank. Bye everyone, it’s me, Cat.
The Diary Of My Perfection 