Men accounted for 75% of suicides in 2022, on average 19% seek the help they require, this is due to issues such as toxic masculinity and "stoic" expectations.
From October of 2023, to April 2024, I experienced the hardest period of my life.
In July of 2023 I left school, a place I felt safe, a place where I had just solidified close friendships, a place I had been for 11 of my 18 years alive. I knew of not much else apart from it.
In September of 2023 I moved to Cardiff for university, a city so far from where I am from, with no-one I knew around. As someone who struggled to 'fit in' and make new friends, I found this to be a great challenge. I didn't go out, I didn't socialize, I spent most of my free time in my room alone listening to music, something that I thought I enjoyed. I used music as a scapegoat to hide from myself the fact that I was alone, isolated and with no-one that I felt I could call a good friend.
Some external factors such as poor living conditions, injury and a lack of fulfillment from my course led to a downhill spiral. I felt no joy in the things that used to make me smile, I felt I couldn't get out of bed, I felt worthless. From early November to early January I held these thoughts in my head, brushed them off and carried on.
After 2 months I felt trapped in my own thoughts, my thoughts turned negative and I remember going for a walk, I left my accomodation and walked in any direction I saw. I recall thinking about everything that had gone wrong in my life, blaming myself for every micro decision that had led me to that moment. I felt lost and that nothing could make me happy again, I felt that in that moment I didn't want to be around anymore, in that moment on January 25th 2024, I felt suicide was the only option.
When these thoughts are going around your head, common sense doesn't exist. You believe things that aren't true because maybe they'll make you feel better, I thought no-one would miss me. Then I thought about my family, they would miss me, and my friends from home, they'd miss me. I'd never see my dog again or a sunset or listen to my favourite song or feel the crunch of leaves under foot. I felt there was so much wrong with my life, but in reality there was so much that was right, so much I had to look forward to, to achieve, to see, to feel.
I eventually reached out to my parents and I remember just crying on a call with them for an hour. They listened to me, advised me, created plans for me and visited me. Without their support over the following months and still to this day I don't know where I would be right now.
As of now, in November 2024, I'm happy. I do a course I enjoy, I've recently met the most amazing people ever and I look forward to every time I get to see and talk to them. And now I've made it to Autumn, I've felt the crunch of leaves under my feet.
But many other men won't. So this November I'm raising money for them to help them to receive the help they require. So that they can continue to experience the things they love.