She sat across from me, knuckles white, jaw clenched. Tears threatened but did not fall. I had seen this look before on the battlefield, in the boardroom, in the mirror. The look of someone betrayed but trying desperately to maintain […]
Jas Mendola
Therapy Confessions: When Caretaking Becomes Currency in Relationships
She was ill. She was in pain. And she still felt responsible for him. Her boyfriend’s face had gone from concern to desire to anger in the space of minutes, leaving her alone in her sickness, curled around a kidney […]
Jas Mendola
Therapy Confessions: Betrayal
She sat across from me, hands gripping the armrests, knuckles white with rage. Her voice was steady but her eyes burned with an intensity that filled the room. Emily K was telling me about a story she had heard—a tale […]
Jas Mendola
Therapy Confessions: Being Someone’s Option vs Being a Priority
She leaned forward in the creaking leather chair, her brow furrowed, hands clasped tight enough to whiten her knuckles. Her question came out barely louder than a whisper, though we were alone in my office. The air conditioner hummed. Outside, […]
Jas Mendola
How I’m Killing My Own Relationships by Living a Fragmented Life
The man’s worn boots crunched on the gravel path as he walked toward the barn. His face was set, jaw muscles tensed beneath his three-day stubble. He had come to fix things, but not the fence posts or the loose […]
Jas Mendola
I’m Thinking About My Friends More Than I Admit
He sat at the wooden bar, staring at the amber liquid in his glass. Two missed calls from Mike glowed on his phone. Three months had passed since they’d spoken. It was his oldest friendship. Twenty years. He thought about […]
Depression - Jas Mendola
I’ve Seen the Darkness That Comes with Being a Man
He sat in my office, staring at the carpet. Twenty years old, shoulders hunched, as if carrying the weight of decades. “I don’t see the point anymore,” he said flatly. “Nothing interests me. Nothing changes. I wake up, exist, sleep. […]
Jas Mendola - Men's Issues
Reflecting on My Father’s Absence on Father’s Day
💔 He sat on the edge of his bed. The screen of his phone flashed with happy posts, smiling fathers with their kids, and captions of gratitude. He scrolled, his thumb moving mechanically, his chest tightening with each image. A […]
Emotional Bytes Theory - Jas Mendola - Men's Issues
I’m Haunted by My Father Wound: How I’m Learning to Rewrite the Script.
The man stood in his kitchen, staring at the phone call that needed to be made. Father’s Day again. 📞 He remembered how it had been last year – the hollow conversation, the familiar disappointment, the way his chest tightened […]
Jas Mendola - Men's Issues
I’m Facing the Emotional Literacy Crisis That’s Silently Destroying My Life
He sat there across from me, his jaw clenched, hands gripping the chair arms like they might fly away if he let go. “I don’t have anger issues,” he said through gritted teeth. “My wife just pushes all my buttons.” […]