You’re not the only one.
Happens. Nothing to get right and nothing to get wrong — just a welcome distraction when you need one.
Five minutes in the bathroom counts. Nothing to fill in, nothing to read first.
Put it on your phoneHe’ll not go looking himself. The words are already written.
Show me the wordsI built the app I wish I’d had a few years ago, and I’m passing it forward. It’s not a cure and it never will be — just your place, for whenever and however long you need it. Take what you need and leave the rest.
Ten men round a fire, and a Fire Marshal holding it. Fire atmosphere, voices only — no video, no names, no account. Men sat in the same hole you’re in, saying the thing nobody says.
The spoken fires are built and the wire is live. Ten men and a Fire Marshal, voices only, nothing stored. Every fire will have somebody sober sat watching it — and that is exactly why it isn’t open yet. Rooms full of men in trouble and nobody steady in the room is how this goes wrong, so it opens when there’s someone in that chair. Not before.
You’ve found the app I wish I’d had a few years ago. It’s the tools that got me through the rough times — then, and still to this day. Yours now, in your pocket, for whenever and wherever.
Nothing in here dresses it up. When it’s shit, it’s shit — and there’s still something in here you can do.
Some days seem like they’ll never end. They do. This gives you something to do, and the tools to get there in one piece.
It stopped being a coincidence a long time ago. Men are suffering quietly — I know because I was one of them. Just look at the stats.
No team, no investors, nothing to sell you. It’s free, it stays free, and nobody sees what you do in it — including me.
It’s your own distraction from your head, at your own time.Some days that’s getting to the morning. That counts, and the rest keeps until you’ve got more in you.
This isn’t my app. It’s yours.
I built the first go at it. Where it goes next is down to you — if something’s missing, or something in here is no use, tell me. I’d rather hear it than not.
Tell me what yours needsFree, finished, and every one of them works with the phone in airplane mode.
Four of them, off a real phone. Tap one.
Not pictures of them — the actual tools. Pick one and it starts. Nothing to install, nothing recorded.
Nothing to prove here. Put it where it actually is.
Match your step to the light.
It stops itself if you leave the tab, and nothing about it is saved.
Nobody stalls on the address. They stall on how to send a mate this without making it a thing. So it’s written for you. Change a word if it’s not how you’d say it.
Nothing in it for him to answer.
No read receipt. Which is exactly why he might.
No sign-up, and no account to delete after.
No app store, nothing to download. It goes on your home screen and opens full-screen like anything else.
These are the right things, and they’re there right now.
Covall sits alongside these. It doesn’t replace them, and it never will.
Put it on, send it on, or close the tab.
It isn’t waiting on an answer.
Free, no account, nothing leaves the phone. Same as it says up the top.
!You’re in Chrome. On an iPhone, only Safari can put this on your home screen — that’s Apple’s rule, and no website can get round it.
→Copy the address, open Safari, paste it in. Then it’s yours to keep.
Just want it now? Carry on in Chrome — everything works exactly the same. The only thing you don’t get is it staying put on your phone.