06/09/2026
đ Crying Is Not Gay đ
*Sad that this has to be a real statement in 2026
Some of us can handle the hurtful words. But it takes one second for even the strongest of us to be tired of hearing the negativityâŚhearing words that do not associate to us; be used to describe us.
I laugh at the men and women who call a man weak, gay, sissy, etc. simply because he cries or is vulnerable. Look at it from a science standpointâŚ. How can crying turn a man who likes women into a man who likes men; simply because he cries. When women cry do they become gay? Itâs such stupidity.
And yesâŚthis is a politically backed argument. Trump alone has made it impossible for Americans alone to be seen as equal for battling a mental health issue. But his party has stressed that men do not deal with mental health issues if theyâre REAL men. This coming from a man who cries every time he doesnât get his way.
But if our allies remain ignorant. Remain not standing up for equality of practice for men who battle mental health issues. For men who turn to su***de. The male su***de population will increase.
More mothers will lose sons.
More wives will lose husbands.
More children will lose dads.
More friends will lose friends.
I speak as a 2x su***de survivor. I will never understand to the fullest extent the pain of losing a child to su***de. Just like many will never understand the mindset to want to cash in all their chips and give up everything for the pain to stop.
The one things I can tell you. The reason so many cry before their su***de. Is because they do not want to leave behind the people who loved them. They do not want to leave behind their family. They do not want to cause you pain. It is simply the level of pain theyâre inâŚhas gone on for too longâŚand they want it to stopâŚstop for a minuteâŚstop for a second.
They want a chance to breathe amongst the tidal waves of pain. Their brain will not let them rest. It turns against them. It tells them âthe only way to have a moment of peace is to walk awayâ and in that second; they do just that.
I cried for hours trying so hard to hold back. I wasnât ready to leave my mother, my father, my grandparents, or my friends. I loved my life. I was angry my brain was telling me this was the only way out. I didnât want to do it. But I was breaking. The pain wasnât letting up. My mind was telling me this is what it must be. I cried harder because I didnât want to leave. I cried harder because the pain was hurting more. I cried harder because I didnât want my parents to identify my body. I cried harder because I didnât want my parents to bury me at death by my own doing. I cried harder because I didnât want my parents to live a life where their son wasnât there to make sure they rested well as they got older. I cried harder because it was my responsibility to make sure their funerals were well planned.
I cried a cry no human had heard before.
I have heard other men cry that cry.
My mind flashes back to my moments.
I know that cry.
I donât want to hear more men cry that cry.
The stigma must be broken. Or the cry will continue.
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Men Cry Too, MENtal HEALth Awareness For Men & Veterans
