Last year, I experienced a sentinel event — one of those moments that cracks something open inside you.
It shook me. Forced me to pause. And eventually, it pushed me to start working with a therapist.
I didn’t know what to expect. I just knew I didn’t want to carry it all alone anymore.
Since then, I’ve worked with several therapists — each one helping me see things more clearly. About myself. About how I show up for others. About the weight we carry as professionals, parents, and partners.
This article from The Times really hit home: 👉 Middle-aged men are finally going to therapy – but still won’t talk about it
More middle-aged men than ever are attending therapy — a quiet but significant shift. While progress is being made, many still hesitate to talk openly about it due to long-standing stigmas around vulnerability, especially in male-dominated circles.
I can say from experience that emotional suppression can have major health consequences — and that normalizing therapy can be life-changing.
Therapy isn’t a last resort. It’s a commitment to yourself. A courageous choice to face what’s hard and grow from it.
There is no shame in doing the work.
If you’ve been considering it, maybe this is your sign.