Boise Men's Psychotherapist Blog

  This entry was posted on Monday, March 26th, 2018 at 2:25 pm One of my most favorite movies of all time is Boyz n The Hood. Let’s be honest, I cannot relate to the movie at all, I don’t know what it is like to go through that kind of struggle. For some reason, I have simply always loved it. There is one scene in particular that I have always liked (the link is below, check out the first 40 seconds). In this scene, Furious (father), is cutting his son Tre’s hair. As is their relationship, Tre takes a swipe at Furious by calling him old. Furious immediately cracks back, “I’m not getting old, I’m getting better.” This is the running joke within my home. Whenever my kids or my wife make the joke that Daddy is getting old, I immediately hit back with, “I’m not getting older, I’m getting better.” It’s the truth, I am getting better and I have no desire to go back. I struggle when around people talking about the good old days, probably more because I think, why in the world would anyone...

This entry was posted on Thursday, March 22nd, 2018 at 3:54 pm I can remember the situation like it was yesterday. Going about my daily routine like any other day, a young lady whom I did not know came up to me inquisitively. She looked at me and asked, “is everything ok?” Looking at her puzzled, I replied, “yeah, why?!” “Because you always look angry.” I wish I could tell you that I handled this situation well, but that would be a lie. Sure, I was fine in front of her, at least I acted unscathed in that moment. I mean, I did not yell or curse at her, no I saved that for the car. “Who the hell is she!!!” “Who the f____ is she to ask me that!!!” “Screw her, and everyone else at that stupid school!!!” You can see where this is going. I had been found out, the façade had been cracked by this unsuspecting girl. I couldn’t sleep that night, I was so angry and embarrassed by this one singular moment……never knowing that this would propel me in what I now believe I am truly meant to do. See, w...

  This entry was posted on Tuesday, March 20th, 2018 at 2:46 pm For my very first entry, I had to share something that is deeply personal to me. This writing below speaks directly at who I see when I see you. The reality is only a very select few know my true mask, not because I am someone special, but instead because not everyone is safe. I hope that this resonates with you. I WEAR A THOUSAND MASKS (Charles C. Finn) I am every man and every woman you meet. I hope you won’t be fooled by me for I wear a mask. I wear a thousand masks, masks that I’m afraid to take off, and one of them is me. I am likely to give you the impression that I’m secure, that confidence is my name and coolness my game, that the water’s calm and I’m in command and that I need no one. But I hope you won’t believe me. My surface may be smooth…beneath I dwell in confusion, in fear, in aloneness. But I hide this. I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear of being exposed. That’s why I franticall...