A shirtless man with dark curly hair is sitting on a bed, holding a cigarette and looking away. A woman with curly hair is lying on her side on the bed, facing the man and looking directly at the camera. The room has orange-tinted lighting and a photograph of a woman is partially visible on the wall.

November’s Men’s Mental Health Month

Men are raised to hold it together. Bills, deadlines, deadlifts—whatever it takes. But somewhere between “I’m fine” and “I’ll sort it,” the real stuff gets buried.

We’ve built a culture that celebrates pushing through, not speaking up. The quiet rage on the drive home. The overworking that keeps you from feeling. It doesn’t look like depression. It looks like being a bloke.

It’s pain in disguise — masked as “I’m fine.”. A dad who only spoke in shouts. A mum who checked out years ago. At school where tears meant target practice. That stuff doesn’t fade—it ferments. Becomes a knot in your gut, a snap at the kids, a fridge raid at 3 a.m. when sleep won’t come.

Therapy is a safe corner where you can test the water without drowning. When you start wondering: What if I’m not alright? That’s the spark. You weigh the cost of staying stuck against the fear of changing.

Then the real graft starts. You show up, say the thing you’ve never said, feel the shake in your hands. It’s not magic—it’s practice. Naming the anxiety that’s had you gripping the wheel too tight. Facing the shame that says you’re not enough. Owning the guilt that keeps you saying yes when you mean no. You learn to sit with the discomfort instead of numbing it. You build trust, one session at a time, with someone who won’t flinch when you finally let it out.

Therapy’s just that — a space to be real.
A chance to drop the act, to speak freely when talking to your mates isn’t quite cutting it.


A contained, confidential space to take small risks in being vulnerable — and start stitching yourself back together.

You’re not fixed. You’re just not carrying it alone anymore.

Two people, an adult and a child, are in a small boat on open water. The adult is wearing a hooded jacket with fur trim and the child is in a blue jacket. The boat contains various supplies and containers. There is a quote by Carl Jung overlaid on the image.
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