The Grief of a Life Unlived: How Men Can Mourn What Was Lost and Reclaim What Remains
Sometimes the deepest grief isn’t for what we lost — it’s for what we never got to live. If you’re mourning the life you dreamed of but couldn’t reach, you’re not alone. This space is for healing, for honoring your journey, and for gently rediscovering what’s still possible
Understanding Male Grief: Timeless Lessons from Orpheus’s Mythical Descent
Male Grief in Myth and Modern Life: A Silent Struggle Grief is a journey we all must travel, but for many men, that path remains cloaked in silence, shame, and the quiet expectation to “stay strong.” Even now, in an era of podcasts on vulnerability and mental health awareness hashtags, men often find themselves emotionally […]
Grieving the Life You Built: 5 Powerful Ways Gay Men Can Heal After Leaving Straight Marriages
Grieving the Life You Built Coming out later in life is a profoundly personal journey. For gay men who have left straight marriages, grief can arrive like a silent wave—unexpected and overwhelming. It’s a grief not only for the marriage but for the version of yourself that once fitted into a mold. Grieving the life […]
When Our Sons Die: Grief, Fatherhood, and the Strength in Vulnerability
This article contains themes of death, suicide and grief. In 2009, I joined a group of men. We are not a select group, although we are often a secretive one. To my knowledge, no one has conducted a count of our membership, yet we have members worldwide. We are the fathers whose children have died. […]
The Father Wound: How It Shapes a Man’s Relationship with Vulnerability
Life wounds us all—but some wounds linger longer than others—especially the ones we carry from our fathers. In the last blog, I discussed vulnerability and wounding, along with the Wounded Healer Archetype developed by Carl Jung. Life inevitably wounds us all. Bullying at school or in the workplace, rejection in love and relationships, marriage breakdowns, […]
The Complexities of Grief in Men’s Lives
My journey of grief started with a phone call. I stumbled out of bed, enveloped in the 4.20 am darkness and fog of sleep, to silence the shrill, insistent ringing of the phone. A disembodied male voice, low-key and caring, told me we needed to get to the hospital ASAP because my son had been […]