Yesterday morning I stood at the kitchen counter staring at my coffee like it had answers.
My phone buzzed—another notification, another "be grateful" post—and I felt that familiar weight in my chest.
Not sadness. Pressure.
Like I was supposed to hold everything together… silently.
Later that day, I got a message from a dad I respect. No lecture. No fixes. Just:
"Where you at today, brother?"
That's when it hit me:
Most men don't need more information.
We need a place where we're not carrying it alone.
If you've been trying to do life on your own—this is your invitation to stop.
