I'm Scared

I’ve gone my entire life navigating different situations—personal, professional, emotional—carrying a quiet weight. A weight I never dared to speak aloud.

Because if I did—if I said what I was really feeling—I feared everything would fall apart.

That people would see me differently. That I wouldn’t be able to hold it all together if I admitted the truth.

And the truth is this:

I was scared.

I wish more men could say those words. “I’m scared.”

Not in a moment of weakness—but in a moment of truth.

Because fear doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.

And acknowledging it doesn’t make you less of a man—it makes you more of one.

Real strength isn’t pretending nothing gets to you.

Real strength is saying, “This scares me… and I’m still showing up anyway.”

You can be scared and courageous at the same time.

In fact, you can’t be courageous unless you’re scared. That’s literally the definition of courage: doing something in spite of fear.

Too many of us let our fear live in silence.

And in that silence, it grows. It becomes shame. It becomes isolation. And it keeps us stuck.

So here’s what I want to say to the man reading this:

You’re allowed to feel scared.

You’re allowed to say it.

You’re allowed to need support.

And you’re strong enough to face it.

Not because fear disappears—but because you stop running from it.

Be courageous.

Be real.

And remember—courage begins with honesty.