This poem is for the men who learned to stay quiet.
For the ones who were told to be strong, to carry it, to deal with it alone.
It’s about the nights no one sees.
The pressure that builds behind a smile.
The weight of responsibility, shame, fear, and exhaustion that too many men are taught to hide.
This isn’t about weakness.
It’s about survival.
Men are dying in silence.
Not because they’re weak — but because they’re told they’re not allowed to speak.
“You’re Not Alone” exists to say what doesn’t get said enough:
It’s okay to talk.
It’s okay to ask for help.
It’s okay to admit you’re not okay.
Mental health in men matters.
Your voice matters.
And if this reaches you when you’re struggling — stay.
You’re not weak.
And you’re not alone.
