He's right on point. Nobody cares about a man’s mental health until it turns into anger... then suddenly everybody got something to say about “what kind of man he is.” Meanwhile the whole time he’s been out here swallowing pressure, bills, heartbreak, fear, and still showing up smiling like everything’s good. Ask him if he’s straight and you’ll get the classic “yeah man I’m good” every single time... even when he ain’t. Men don’t stop talking because they don’t feel sh!t. They stop talking because they learned early that nobody really wants the real answer. That last part about flowers at the funeral? Wow. Give that man his flowers while he can still smell them. Tag a brother who needs to hear this. And be honest... when was the last time you checked on a man and actually meant it?