The holidays can be a particularly difficult time for me. All my childhood expectations for a “Hallmark Christmas” which some part of me clings smash up against painful memories of dashed hopes and broken dreams. Celebrating the holidays In the midst of this pandemic is even more complicated and fraught with challenges.
One of the greatest gifts for me as a male survivor is knowing I am not alone. There are other men who know what it is like to walk this healing journey. So, for the next few weeks we’d like to post messages of encouragement and hope and you can help. They can your own words, stories, songs or the words of someone which give you strength and courage. What would you like to share with other men and those close to them to help them through these days? Members of the MenHealing team will be sharing with us as well. Our hope is to be able to post one every day for the next few weeks. Email your submission to me, email@example.com
The title of this blog is inspired by Maya Angelou’s poem “Still I Rise.” I hope these words inspire you.
From “Still I Rise:”
Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
Remember you are not alone. You are precious. You are loved.
I hope to hear from you.
Be well. Stay safe. Take good care.