June 30th: Men’s Mental Health Awareness Month

It’s June 30th.
The last day of Men’s Mental Health Awareness Month.

And if I’m being honest—it’s been quiet. Too quiet.

Not in this space. Not with me and you. Not with the people who’ve been reading, watching, feeling. But out there? In the broader world? It’s felt like a whisper. A footnote. A month swept under rainbows and algorithms. A lot of us showed up. A lot of us needed to be seen. And still… silence.

But here’s the thing.
Even in that silence, you showed up.

You posted.
You created.
You poured out your truth.
You opened up old wounds not to complain—but to connect.

You didn’t do it for likes.
You didn’t do it for clout.
You did it because someone had to say it.

Someone had to say that men are hurting.
That strength doesn’t mean silence.
That surviving isn’t the same as living.
That the phrase “you’re not alone” has to be more than a caption—it has to be a lifeline.

So here we are. June 30th.
The end of the month. But not the end of the message.

Because for the men who are still out there quietly hurting—this isn’t over.
For the ones who didn’t speak up this month, but wanted to—this isn’t over.
For the ones who are barely holding it together—this is not over.

Men’s mental health doesn’t go away on July 1st.
The struggles don’t disappear because the calendar flips.
And the importance of being seen doesn’t expire at midnight.

So here’s what I’ll leave you with:

If you’ve been holding it together with duct tape and dumb jokes—
If you’ve been scrolling, hoping someone out there feels the way you do—
If you’ve been waiting for the right moment to finally say, “I’m not okay”—

This is your moment.
Right now.
It still counts.
You still count.

You are not weak.
You are not broken.
You are not too much.
You are not alone.

And if no one else says it tonight—
I’m proud of you.
I see you.
I’m glad you’re still here.

🖤