12/06/2026
As men, we carry A LOT (not to say that women don't, we all just carry different things), and sometimes you can be living with people, but feel completely alone.
Last night I caught up with my brothers, today I had and a coffee and a korero with The Rev Joel Carpenter (I didn't take a photo 🤦🏾♂️) both of which were long overdue.
I'm well aware of the fact that mentally I haven't been well lately. I ended 2025/started 2026 on a journey of self-improvement (I'll be resuming soon). Since January right up until April, it felt like the universe was just taking a s**t on me 😅 We're almost midway through June now, and I'm only just beginning to feel like I'm not drowning, but now my head is above water.
I've been isolating from others, binge eating, sleepless nights, and been really talking mad s**t to myself. All of this has resulted in a non-existent social life, my work suffering, burnout, and my health declining.
A MAJORMAJOR win is that the voices thay always told me to self-delete are gone. But the voices telling me I ain't s**t is still loud as ever (but we're working on it).
It's been a week since I've made the decision to take my life back. I'm on hunger suppressants (I'm aiming for bariatric surgery), I'm back in counselling, I've cleared a MASSIVE debt, and slowly getting back up to speed with my work. Oh, and I'm slowly saying hi to friends in person again (don't all hit me up at one time. I can only afford so many coffees 🤣).
It feels good to kinda be back. But it feels even better to not have so much of that dark cloud hanging around. Maybe it was just a storm I had to weather, but I know that I can feel the sun on my skin, and everyday I wake up is a blessing.
And if you're reading this and you're in the trenches, I know it fu***ng sucks. Don't forget that you are a blessing! It may not feel like it, but to at least one person, whenever you enter the room, time freezes. You matter, you are amazing, you are fu***ng cool ❤️