I hope you live beyond words and dreams. I hope your present serves you, I hope your future falls in place while you're young and I hope that history is kind to you in the end.🥹🙏
“For at least 5 years of your life, you need a level of w+ckedness to escape p%verty, you may have to watch people you love s¥ffer and not do anything about it” — Man says
There is no single cure for male depression. There’s a daily war you either fight or let it take you.
Depression in men often grows in silence: no purpose, no structure,nno one to speak to, and a mind that won’t shut up. You don’t fix that with one quote or one good day.
What actually helps is boring, unsexy, repeatable work:
-Move your body until your thoughts lose their grip
-Build something so your life has direction, not just reaction
-Speak to someone real instead of letting your mind become your only voice
-Get sunlight, sleep, and routine even when you don’t feel like it
-Limit alcohol and junk dopamine that numbs you short-term and worsens it later
Bcuz the truth is:
Depression feeds on isolation, chaos, and a lack of meaning.
So the counter isn’t a miracle.
It’s structure, connection, and purpose, built one day at a time.
The point is......You don’t cure male depression in one move. You weaken it every day you refuse to quit on yourself.
"I saw her once, laughing and dancing with the women of the city, beautiful, unguarded, alive, unfamiliar.
Dinah.
A foreign name that made me lose my discipline.
I wanted her, and without considering what she want, I took her.
In the moment I had her, it felt like hunger satisfied.
Afterward it felt like my mistake, terror, a desire that supersedes every other thing...and love that arrived late.
She stayed in my house, because what I had taken could not be returned.
I softened.
I spoke carefully, after all, I wanted her.
I told her I would marry her, would make her a queen, that I would spend my life repairing what my hands had broken.
I believed tenderness could cleanse what she called her 'shame'.
I gave her my devotion.
I asked my father to speak to her father for me.
I waited, hopeful in a way only the guilty can be.
I mistook silence for forgiveness.
I made the city ache. Men hurting in their manhood.
For love and for Dinah, I had all men capable of carrying swords circumcised... trusting agreements they did not understand.
On the third day, the swords came.
They did not come for justice, they said they want to set example so the nations would dread sons of Jacob.
I saw them too late.
For love, I took Dinah.
For pride her brothers annihilated my city.
Killing me and my father last.
For love and pride, a dynasty was ended."
My name is, Shechem, the Prince of Shechem.
Beware of modern women who pretend to be traditional but are feminists in disguise.
They want all the benefits of the traditional role but no responsibilities.