You’re Not Broken

It’s Men’s Mental Heath Awareness month.

My feed has been filled with nice, wholesome “nobody understands the silent struggle of men” and “check in on your strong friends” posts.

Honestly, as someone who has had real struggles with mental health at different points of my life…

As someone who has experienced real violence and real trauma being stabbed in the face at 23 years old, almost dying and then living with permanent facial paralysis and disfigurement.

As someone who had pushed through a million other things thrown at me.

…and as someone who has thought about checking out so many times I can’t explain I’d like to share what had helped me more than anything.

It’s very simple:

Get out of your fucking feelings and get into the game.

That’s it.

Come to terms with some of these very factual truths:

You’re not broken.

You’re bored.

You’re not sick.

You’re soft.

You’re not “burned out.”

You’re just living like someone who forgot they were built to kick ass.

A big reason you feel like shit is because you keep avoiding the work you know you need to do.

It’s not burnout.

It’s not bad luck or your zodiac sign.

It’s not because you didn’t go to enough therapy.

It’s the weight of your own excuses finally collapsing on your chest.

That pressure you feel?

That anxiety that won’t go away?

That low grade misery you’ve been calling “stress”?

That’s your potential screaming at you because you’re sitting still while everything inside you is begging you to fucking move.

You weren’t made for the couch.

You weren’t made for the scroll.

You weren’t made to be coddled, medicated, numbed, and pacified.

You were built to build.

To lead.

To suffer for something meaningful.

To push past comfort while everyone else rots in it.

You don’t need affirmations.

You don’t need more “self-awareness.”

You need self-respect.

…and self-respect only comes from action.

So yeah…the reason you feel down right now?

It’s because you know you’re capable of more and you’re not doing a fucking thing about it.

Stop overanalyzing your emotions like they’re sacred truths.

They’re not.

They’re signals.

…and right now, they’re telling you that you’re wasting your fucking life.

So fix it.

Not with more talk.

Not with another post.

Not with some pity party in your own head.

Not with more journaling or touching of the grass.

With action.

Real action.

The kind that gets your hands dirty.

The kind that hurts a little.

The kind that makes you proud because you didn’t tap out today.

You want to feel better?

Become better.

Build the version of you that doesn’t need to escape reality because he fucking owns it.

That doesn’t mean you’ll never struggle.

It means you’ll finally have the strength to do something about it instead of sitting around hoping it passes.

So stop identifying with your emotions like they’re who you are.

They’re not.

You’re not your fear.

You’re not your stress.

You’re not your apathy.

You’re what you fucking do.

So do something worth being proud of.

…and let the feelings catch the fuck up.

Let victim culture swallow everyone else.

You are going to show the world what it looks like to overcome, conquer, build, create and become…

…because that’s who the fuck you are and you understand they need to see it.

It’s a duty.

#100to0