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Stories about the things men carry but never say out loud. Written by one man figuring it out in real time. Start wherever it stings.
Knowing Isn't Freedom
On the gap between knowing your wounds and actually being free of them.
I have done the work.
I know why I get angry. I know what's underneath it. I've traced the root back to a boy who didn't have enough power and is now walking around in a man's body, occasionally honking at strangers like it means something.
Furious Stupidity
Stupidity makes me furious. And fury makes me stupid. That’s the loop.
I’m not a saint. I’m a man with childhood wounds. And if we’re honest, childhood wounds don’t come alone — they bring their friends: shame, fear, and the kind of old nervous-system panic that can hijack a grown man in a perfectly normal situation.