There are things we carry that never make it into conversation because we don’t always have the language for them. So we move on. Or at least, we try to.
We grow older. We become more accomplished. We build lives that look complete from the outside. We take on responsibility. We show up for others. We learn how to function, how to perform, how to keep going. But beneath all of that, some things, like the pain and hurts we carry, remain untouched.For many men, especially, silence has become a kind of
training. They learn early that vulnerability is dangerous territory. They
learn to manage pain privately and over time, that silence hardens into
something else that affects their
emotional well-being and, often, their mental health. Conversations around men’s
mental health are still limited, and many are left to deal with
unprocessed trauma alone.
This is the space My
Mrs Solomon steps into.
My Mrs Solomon, by Olutunmbi Idowu, is the story of a man who appears to be moving forward, but internally, he is
confronted by something he has long tried to outrun—a past that refuses to stay
buried.
As the world around him slows down during a global crisis,
he is forced into an encounter with himself. What unfolds is a story about trauma
and what it means to face it.
The story presents the idea that healing is also spiritual,
and that restoration is possible, even in places we have long considered beyond
repair.
In a time where so many are
carrying more than they can explain, My Mrs Solomon invites
reflection, especially around men’s mental health, trauma, and healing.
