I don’t like to share what’s going on in my life

I think that’s my Achilles Heel. Since I was a child, my mother always complained that I never opened up to anyone. I had that tendency to take care of myself, barring anyone from seeing that I was hurt.

I just didn’t want to burden anyone with my problems.

I don’t like seeing frowns and sadness. I don’t want people to cry when they hear my stories.

I was brought up to be strong and independent, to not show emotions, to be a stereotypical man. Anything more than a frown was taboo. I had to be strong, physically and emotionally.

I needed to show others that I wouldn’t be brought down.

I’ve had my share of nightmare scenarios, things I wouldn’t wish upon my foes, and I needed to prove, not only to others but to myself as well, that I can get through.

But lately it’s been getting harder and harder…