When I was 17, my dad died. I didn’t know how to deal with it. Nobody around me really did either. So I did what a lot of men do: kept it in, kept going, and acted like I was fine. I wasn’t. Years later, I lost a friend to suicide. I still think about him. About the conversations we didn’t have, and how alone he must have felt while the people around him had no idea. That changed something in me. Since then I’ve sat with a lot of men in hard places. Friends. Friends of friends. Guys who reached out at 2am because they had no one else to call. Breakups, loss, money, feeling like they’d lost their way. Different stories, but the same thing underneath every time: they thought they had to carry it alone. They don’t. And neither do you. That’s what this place is for. Not a group where everyone pretends to have it figured out. A place where men can be honest about where they are, and build something that gets them moving again, with other men in it with them. If you’re here, something brought you here. Introduce yourself below. Tell us your name and one thing you’re carrying right now. You don’t have to have the words perfect. No man alone. If you’re in a dark place right now, have gone through something or want to help other guys get through what they are going through, this is place is for you.