You're done with your past.

 

But it isn't done with you.

 

The anger, the numbing, the distance from the people you love — it didn't start with you. The pain of fathers becomes the pain of sons.

 

You were taught to bury it. But every man was once a boy who needed to be held, seen, and belong. That need never left.

 

You've tried to carry it alone. Men were never meant to.

It's time.

 

Time to let a greater power open in you.