I’m tired of people telling me to “man up” about my depression.

I can’t sleep at night, I can’t get up in the morning, and so many days I want nothing more than to blow my brains out against the wall and just be done with it. I’m so done being dry and empty

And because of these feelings, I do get a little emotional. God forbid that I, a straight man in 21st Century America have feelings and be honest about them. Sometimes all I want is a hug. A real, honest to goodness hug. I want to be told that I am loved by my friends, because I sure as hell don’t love myself. I’m weak, and I’m getting weaker every day, and all I want is for someone to see that and say “That’s ok. I still love you.”

But no. No. I’m supposed to keep it under wraps, because apparently the existence of two testicles and a p**** means that you can’t f****** be human.