Just how much can he bear? Everyone wants to see.
Cold stares, demanding more from him.
They give him bitter pills and want sweets in return.
They notice everything, yet let it be.

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Just how much can he bear? Everyone wants to see.
Cold stares, demanding more from him.
They give him bitter pills and want sweets in return.
They notice everything, yet let it be.
Some burdens are invisible. Some struggles are silent. Some boys grow up learning to carry the world on their shoulders. And sometimes, that weight follows them for life. It’s okay to talk about it. It’s okay to feel it. Even the strongest men were once just children.
( Eldest son pressure, Silent struggles of men, Indian family expectations, Masculinity and mental health, Hidden emotional burden )
why is it always me who understands? sometimes, i just wish— someone would understand me. my words, my silence, my feelings that get buried behind a smile. my emotions, my life, my battles I never speak of. as a man, i don’t think anyone has paused just once, to wonder what I carry behind these quiet eyes.
— source: Instagram - Aries Notes
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Time mixed with trauma
It’s crazy what time can do to a person. I remember back in high school I used to be the most loving and caring free spirit ever. See the good in people on a regular basis, kept my head held high, and never really had my guard up. Nowadays I wait for complete strangers to screw me over. Nowadays you gotta better chance of me forgiving an enemy than you do a friend. At least with my enemy they make their intentions clear. My friends shouldn’t be trying to screw me over but for some reason they always have. Both friends and my partners. It hasn’t happen recently with my set of friends and my wife but there always that alarm in the back of my head that is constantly going off to make sure I keep myself in check when something seems suspicious to me but in reality it’s just me overreacting.
It’s a lot harder to keep past trauma separate from the present. Patterns and habits speak volumes to me. So when I see someone new doing what someone old used to do I go into this defense mode and shut my self off. I get short with people and I try to push them away. In my mind, you can’t hurt me if I just hurt myself first. But in the end it’s just me playing myself.
I miss who I used to be sometimes honestly. I don’t trust people. It doesn’t bother me that I work and go home and do nothing else. But it bothers me that I always think someone is out to get me. My anxiety has gotten so bad that I find myself crying at times because Scenarios pop up in my head when someone says certain things or will do certain things so my brain just automatically assumes the worse. I wish I could give an example but every time it happens I try to just forget about it. Time will change people so drastically.
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