So. I just sent an enquiry email to a therapist. This is a big deal for me. Intellectually, I know there& #39;s nothing wrong with seeking help for one& #39;s problems, but I grew up in an era in which men just didn& #39;t do this. 1/6

I know it& #39;s not weak of me to need help, but I grew up in an era in which it *was* seen as weak. I know that there& #39;s no shame in asking for help to sort myself out, but I grew up in an era in which it wasn& #39;t done; men were expected to just suck it up and move on. 2/6

So, for a long time I found myself in a battle between the man I have become and the man my early environment programmed me to be. I& #39;m glad that the former has emerged victorious, but I also know this is just the beginning of my journey. 3/6

In terms of my life& #39;s path, this is the first time I& #39;ve asked a question that I don& #39;t know the answer to, and I& #39;m not ashamed to admit that it frightens me. 4/6

But I& #39;m glad I& #39;m doing this, and it& #39;s something I& #39;ve apporached in no small part owing to the support I& #39;ve received from my friends here on Twitter. To those who have helped and supported me (you know who you are): ‘thank you’ seems entirely inadequate, but ... thank you. 5/6

Your kindness matters, and I want you to know that you are a force for good in my life, and that I love you. https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🙏" title="Person with folded hands" aria-label="Emoji: Person with folded hands">https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="❤️" title="Red heart" aria-label="Emoji: Red heart"> 6/6