There is Always Someone Who Cares
You are feeling low, your mind cannot fathom the depth of pain, anger, and anxiety that exists within you. You cannot make sense or even arrange your thoughts. You want to at least feel and deal with one pain at a time, but no, your thoughts flutter like a frantic flock of birds, each one clamouring for attention all at once. You yearn for a little peace, nay, a whole lot of peace, just so you can remember the good times, the happy times, the moments when everything was blissful, and life didn’t seem as complicated.
No one seems to understand you; no one seems to care. You want to speak out, but you are exhausted. You are tired of trying to express yourself. You are tired of feeling guilty for seeming to make the people around you responsible for your misery. You are tired of trying to be understood.
Or maybe you are afraid. What would it mean for your identity to express such deep vulnerability? Wouldn’t it disrupt the entire dynamic of human existence as you know it? Wouldn’t there be a cosmic shift? What would people think? Don’t you have to look strong, be seen to have everything under control? You think that you are a burden, and that your absence would be a blessing to the people around you.
But the truth is, there are people who care. They see you, even if it doesn’t feel that way. They want to understand you, to help you, to see you happy. They want to remind you that you are special, and the world is a better place because you are in it. Being vulnerable is not a sign of weakness; it is strength. You matter more than you might realize. And they are ready to walk this journey with you every step of the way, every single day.
Please don’t give up. Your family, your friends, your community, all want you here. They are ready to listen and support you. All you need to do is reach out. You are important. You matter.
Sometimes, the deepest feelings are hard to put into plain words. Here is a poem that dares to shine a spotlight on the parts of this experience that seem hidden, what’s often left unsaid.
Article credit: Bochere
What I didn’t say
I told them of the tough times
Of the times I gave up
Just a little
And had second thoughts about life
What I didn’t tell them was of the time
When life lost its meaning
And my prism of it was blocked by that one dream
Shattered by the hopes I built it on
I told them of the dreams we built
Of the plans we laid to completion
In our minds and awaited virtual reality
Rubber road thing
What I didn’t tell them
Is of the one stab that killed it
Like an arrow to the heart
Without a second thought
That I never told them
I told them of how I struggled to wake up
To face another morning of despair
The urge to sleep some more
But what I didn’t tell them
Is of the sleepless nights
When I felt like ending it all
And dreading the moment I may go to sleep
Never to rise no more
I told them of the times my spiritual life
Was at an all-time low and didn’t feel closer home
I didn’t tell them, though
Of the times I cried to God for answers on what I felt best for me
And felt unwanted when it went unanswered
My want
God is good and I am human who chose the human nature.
Poem Credit: @WuodOmato
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