We’ve all gotten to a point where we’ve sat on our bed, hands in our lap, creases in our foreheads, and we’ve asked “Why me? ”
Why am I the only one going through this?
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Why am I always suffering?
There will never be another person walking this earth who will understand your pain. I got you boo. I have got you. That pain you’re feeling has ran through my veins for endless days at times. For days on end I’d have to plaster on a face every morning. Second personality in gear. Once behind closed door, I’d peel that face off, look in the mirror and cry. Third personality in gear.
I would cry until my soul bled, my eyes dried, my heart struggled. And I’d continue until I was done. And then I’d wipe the wet sadness off my face, crawl into bed and sleep till the following morning. Fourth personality in gear. For days upon days.
We all have a psycho buried in us. This was mine. One personality played so well to the world. If there was hardship,
everyone was oblivious. But me. Once I closed the door to world, the real me is released and free.
Crying should never be seen as a sign of
weakness. It build character. It builds foundations. It builds strength. It helps you so much. To look in the mirror and to face your demons. To look at yourself whilst you are rock bottom. Whilst you’re at your weakest, you look yourself in the mirror and face it like the soldiers we are. Cry to yourself baby, we never really have anyone else but ourselves.
And when you’re through this rut, and the light at the end of the tunnel shines through. Look right back at yourself in your mirror. Through the highest of highs, and lowest of lows you have your own back. You don’t let anyone outside catch you weak.
You fix yourself. You lick your own wounds. And you carry on for the next time the world wants to crash on your pretty face.