Many times as men we find ourselves going through life with no one to talk to. We are navigating through things that we really need advice on but we are completely lost. Who can we turn to as Fathers? Who can we turn to as Men? Is there a person on this earth that cares about what the Man is going through? A friend of mine posted a similar question on his Facebook asking about who men vent to, and the answers were disheartening to say the least. He received answers like “the wall”, “no one”, and the one that hurt the most said “get a mirror and talk to self the rest will never understand”. We as men are conditioned to believe that no one will hear us that no one will listen. Well on today I am listening. I am going to share this blog to the masses and let people all over the world read this article because I am here to listen.
I have a very good friend that I converse with about all types of issues and he does the same with me. However, there is still some things that I keep to myself and I’m sure there are things that he keeps to himself as well. My emphasis in writing this particular piece is to show love to people who don’t know that there is love out there. For men to realize that they can talk to someone other than the wall or to a mirror because there are people out there who understand. There are people out there who want to listen who care about the lives of men and what we go through.
Another huge point that was brought up in the Facebook post was that some men internalize and then just explode later. I want men out there to know that they don’t have to internalize that they can speak up and show and tell what is really going on in their lives. To show that I am willing to talk and put it all out there I will share my story. I will share my view point.
Me growing up life was different I did not have the best of every thing but my mom tried until I got to an age where I could begin to provide for myself. I had a really good work ethic growing up but because of my circumstances there are things that I did not get to achieve. I don’t blame anyone for it anymore but for a long time I did. My parents divorced when I was in second grade I remember it like it was yesterday because I spent an entire day in Ms. Taylor and Ms. Shaws class crying my eyes out because my dad was leaving. They had already been separated for a bit but on that day it hit home. Life changed from that day on for me I can remember having a job by the time I was in 6th grade sweeping up hair at Friendly City Barber Shop of Fayetteville St. they let me sweep and taught me how to shine shoes. I went searching for attention and approval from men. I needed validation because at school I was picked on at times because I didn’t have the best clothes and shoes. Times were hard it got to the point that by the time I got to High School I stressed out so bad that I had to go to the hospital. I eventually met some really good friends that I still consider friends today almost 20 years later. They are who I have been able to talk to, to vent to, to let out the things that have caused me pain inside.
This article has gotten fairly long but it has brought me to the point on doing a series about letting things out. We have to be willing to tell our story. We have to tell people who we are and what we are about. How we have the ability to grow through the struggles that we have in life. I want everyone that reads this to know that I love you. I hope that you are willing to follow this series on for the next couple of days. I pray that you interact with me and that we can start a conversation about this.
Yours In Christ,
A Christian Dad