Let’s be honest, we haven’t seen or heard cishet Black men speak about mental health. Hell, just men in general. At least, not openly and regularly. So what better time than now? What better year than now, for me to share my journey with mental health?
Yes, I know you’ve heard it a million times but it bears repeating. This year hasn’t been kind to anyone and utterly ruthless to many. It’s largely responsible, for myself to finally seek out mental health support. This will be very personal, and honestly, a lot of will be very uncomfortable to read. However, I share this with the hopes that it’ll help you seek mental health support. I mostly hope that this particularly encourages members of the Black community everywhere.
Before, I begin I would like to remind everyone, seeking help with mental health doesn’t mean you’re broken. It doesn’t mean you are weak or anything else negative. Everyone could use some guidance and tools to help them work through rough patches. It’s a service that exists for the sake of our wellbeing. It helps us all assess our lives and help us stay well. We all personally, have different degrees of help we could use.
So, what exactly lead me to seek professional help for myself for the first time in my life? Well, I could say A LOT but that captures a mere microcosm of why I made this decision.
