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I am not always strong, but I know I am not always weak. I have days where it seems like the days will never end. But I also have days when I do not want my days to finish.

I am tired of holding things inside I was never meant to hold onto. I am through trying to be the version of a man I would not want my children to look up to.

How do you let go of something that makes you feel something, even though all you feel is pain?

My grandmother once told me something that made the tears that I fought back for years okay inside my brain.

Jesus wept!

It's okay not to be okay

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