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A Letter to Black Men With Anxiety: You Are Seen
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The Root
Not the kind that’s easy to name at the dinner table.
And to be a Black man in this world means you have to hold that line even more.
He was a young man I had come to know through the men’s group I facilitated.
It was what happens when a young man has spent so long in survival mode that stability itself becomes unrecognizable.
So this July, during BIPOC mental health month, I’m choosing to say it plainly, publicly, without apology: I am a Black man who struggles with anxiety and self-doubt.