The first time I told the truth
April 11, 2025
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Growing up, I was always told that Black men had to be tough to survive. “Man up.” “Don’t let them see you weak.” “Handle it.”
Growing up, I was always told that Black men had to be tough to survive. “Man up.” “Don’t let them see you weak.” “Handle it.”
I don’t think people really understood how much I was hurting. To everyone else, I was the bubbly cheerleader. I had friends, decent grades, and
I used to believe that silence was strength. In the house I grew up in, emotions weren’t just discouraged — they were seen as a
If you had met me in college, you would’ve thought I had it all together. I was the “fun one.” Outgoing. Always planning the group
I never imagined I’d be the kind of person who struggled with mental health. I was the strong one — the one who kept everyone
No one knew I was struggling. In high school, I was the guy everyone came to when they needed a laugh. I had a gift