Because Dads Matter

I'm embarrassed to say that I never tried this sooner. A friend of mine told me to give it a shot as he found success after just one hour. Of course, it sounds like it's too hard to believe and too good to be true. So I tried it and he was right after an hour. I felt like I lifted a weight off my shoulders, not realizing how much I was bottling up. And all it takes is just to start to talk to someone. If you're reading this, I can't convince you, but I'm telling you as a dad, this could be a life changer for you.

it's great page knowing that there are other dad's out there going through what I am helps alot

For years I lived like a paycheck. Work, bills, custody, silence. My son told me I always looked tired. He wasn’t wrong. I was running on empty, pretending strength. Therapy taught me that presence is stronger than silence. Piece by piece, I built myself back. Now he sees me laugh, cook with him, cheer from the sidelines. I’m not just surviving anymore, I’m living again. And he feels it and sees it.

The nights were the hardest because of silence in the house. Photos never sent and school updates hidden. I felt erased. Speaking to someone gave me light in the dark. Now I call, I show up, I never stop. My kids see me fight for them, even when the system doesn’t.

I thought “man up” meant hide my pain. I was so wrong. Therapy showed me real strength is letting them see me heal and prioritizing my own mental health is the first step towards living life and not just surviving life.

My ex told the kids I didn’t care. Watching them believe it broke me for years. Online therapy helped me see I wasn’t powerless. Now I fight for my time without losing myself in the hate. I finally feel like I matter as a father.

I used to hand my kids back with a fake smile, then cry in the car. Co-parenting felt like a punishment. Therapy gave me space to breathe. Now I actually look forward to drop-offs because I know they feel my love even in two homes.

I felt useless for so many months. My weekend drop-offs hollowed me out and became a burden weekly. Therapy taught me to name my grief and now Sundays don’t own me anymore. It's a process but talking to someone has made a difference for me.

I ran hot and shut down. Picking up my kids was tense for me. I started online therapy and it gave me an outlet to talk. Now I show up steady and my kid smiles first. Talking to someone has made me a better person.

I parented from panic at pickups. My ex baited, I bit. Online therapy gave me boundaries and exit lines. I say less, leave sooner, and my kid rides home laughing.