A man’s silence is not empty.

They say a man is supposed to be strong, to hold his ground, to never shake. To carry the weight of the world on his back without ever letting it show. But what if the weight is too much? What if his hands tremble when no one is looking, if his mind is a battlefield and every thought is a losing fight? They tell him to man up, to push it down, to keep moving. But they don’t see the nights he spends awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering if it will ever get better. A man is not supposed to break.