The Weight Beneath My Strength
I’ve rarely talked about how I really felt through everything I went through. Most of the time, I stayed quiet—not because I didn’t feel, but because I was scared of what people might think. Would they see me as weak? Would they think I wasn’t as strong as they believed? So I kept pushing, fighting my demons in silence, trying to rise above it all. From the outside, it looked like I was winning. But inside, I was slowly falling apart. It took a huge toll on me, mentally and emotionally. We’re told as boys to “dust it off and move on.” Like nothing ever happened. And most of us do exactly that. But looking back now, I know how important it is to have someone to talk to. Whether it's your parents, a friend, or even a stranger who listens without judgment. I didn’t do that. I carried it all alone, believing silence was strength. When I found out I had cancer, I was shattered. I truly thought that was the end of my story. But a few people stepped in. They stood by me, gave me stre...