For the men who were never taught how to cry, never told they were loved, never shown how to heal—but chose to rise anyway.
It’s for the warriors who no longer wear masks but walk with open hearts.
For the ones who understand that true strength is when compassion overflows from the places we once bled.

This is a call to the chosen.
To the healed.
To the healing.
To the men becoming rivers of love in a desert of pain.

Put this on like armor—but not to go to war…
To lead with love.