Dearest Gentle Reader,
Most people think depression means lying in bed all day, crying, unable to move. And yes, sometimes it does look like that. But not always.
In men, depression often looks like quiet withdrawal, irritability, constant fatigue, emotional detachment, or going through the motions of life without truly feeling anything. It can wear the face of the “high-functioning” man—getting up every morning, going to work, checking all the boxes, making people laugh, staying productive—yet inside, he feels empty, joyless, and disconnected from life. He looks like he’s okay, but he isn’t.
This misunderstanding is dangerous. It keeps many men undiagnosed, untreated, and unspoken for. Society teaches men to equate sadness with weakness. And when that sadness doesn’t look like tears, it becomes even easier to ignore. Instead of asking for help, a man might work himself to the bone, hoping productivity will numb the emptiness. He might lash out at his partner or retreat emotionally. He might scroll endlessly, binge-watch, overeat, or get drunk just to feel something—or nothing. And still, the world calls him “strong.”
But in reality, many men are carrying undiagnosed depression in silence, because they don’t have the language for what they feel. They might not even realise what they’re experiencing is depression. They just know that everything feels harder. They’re tired but can’t rest. They smile, but it feels forced. The things that used to excite them no longer hold any appeal. And even though they’re surrounded by people, they still feel profoundly alone.
We need to start recognising the symptoms. Not all depression looks like despair. Sometimes, it’s a loss of interest, loss of joy, or a loss of connection. And men are especially good at hiding emotions, because they've been told that their worth is in what they do, not how they feel. As a result, they keep moving, performing, and surviving until they burn out completely or break down behind closed doors.
Do you see yourself in any of this?
Please, be reminded that depression is not a character flaw. It is not a sign of failure either. It is not something you can always “shake off” or fix with more work. And you need to stop pretending you're not depressed.
Please talk to someone (friend, mentor, or loved one). Let someone in. Depression thrives in isolation, but it loses power in connection. You do not have to wait until you crash to seek help. You can begin today, with one honest conversation.
—Jaachịmmá Anyatọnwụ
Read Issue 1: Why Don't Men Cry?
Read Issue 2: Tough Doesn't Mean Numb
Read Issue 3: The Armour Called “I'm Fine”
Read Issue 4: "Man Enough” is a Performance of Masculinity
Read Issue 5: When Boys Become Men Without Becoming Whole
Read Issue 6: The Loneliness Epidemic
Read Issue 7: Perfectionism: The Myth Of Never Enough
Read Issue 8: They Say It's Competence, Yet The Man Is Functioning But Fading
Read Issue 9: For Most Men, Hustle Is Self-escape
Read Issue 10: Why Support Often Comes Too Late
Read Issue 11: Fatherhood And Emotional Distance
Read Issue 12: Pressure to Provide, and the Quiet Shame of Falling Short
Read Issue 13: Men should build friendship beyond banter
Read Issue 14: Why Men Only Get Their Flowers When They're Dead
Read Issue 15: Why Some Men Fear Intimacy (But Crave It Deeply)
Read Issue 16: When Men Become The Therapist Friend
Read Issue 17: How Friendships Save (or Starve) a Man’s Soul
Read Issue 18: The Unspoken Bond: Platonic Male Affection
Read Issue 19: Accountability vs. Shame
Read Issue 20: Why Many Men Struggle With Asking For Help
Read Issue 21: Men and Anxiety: It’s Not Just Stress
I tried suicide for many times. My depression was bigger than me such that I don't like remembering that period. I've only done a flash fiction about that time. I didn't want the story to be about me because I feel I'm not yet ready to really write about that period. It lasted for years. From when I was 19 to 22. I've healed tremendously, but not totally. I believe the universe instructed you to embark on this series. I just feel seen. Like who told about me?
Depression is a killer. I'm not yet ready to talk about the suicide attempts, but thank you for your writing. It has really blessed my soul.