Call me too sensitive. Call me a cry baby. Call me someone who needs tougher skin, sure. Whatever you call me or say doesn’t matter, I know what God calls me and what he says about me. The only thing I hold on to is the fact that I believe that savior Jesus Christ has a better life after this shit hole.
I’m the one you see in the hallways gleaming with joy. I’m the one you barely know and you’ll still get a hello from me every time I pass you. I’m the one who becomes passive when someone else has an idea, because I’m desperate for human connection, and to be liked. I’m the one who will sit there with a stranger for hours listening to their problems just so they can know that someone cares. Yet it’s always the happy ones with the darkest secrets.
But.... no one ever does that for me. Sure I get hellos and smiles here and there. But no one will go out of their way when they see the girl who is always smiling, crying. But no one ever asked, I mean REALLY asked if I was okay.
The paragraph above isn’t even completely true. It could be worse. I could literally have no one to go to, and THANK GOD that’s not the case. But still, even knowing I have loved ones if even just a handful. And still, even knowing God will give me eternity after I fulfill my purpose... I am lost and stuck and sitting in a bathroom stall(at work and at 25 yes old) having a meltdown like I’m in high school all over again. With bullies and people who glide right past you and don’t even look your way. “Managers” who don’t say thank you or apologize when necessary. Or people who think just because you’re a food server you are a SERVANT.
At this point I’m rambling. This certainly isn’t “13 Reasons Why” with a beautiful and orderly display of emotions and angst. It’s real. It’s messy. It’s never the whole truth.... because a person with mental illness is so sick that the full capacity of pain felt is so hard to explain.
My point here is that I’m alive. I survived another day because I know God is holding my hand and my mom, stepdad, and girlfriend will be at home waiting with open arms. Even if they are part of the problem...but I would never put that blame on them. After all, I’m the one who’s sick.
I need to tell you that OTHERS NEED YOUR LOVE AND CARE.
DO NOT PASS A PERSON WHO LOOKS DISTRAUGHT WITHOUT OFFERING HELP....TWICE.
DO NOT BULLY OR JUDGE OR ASSUME
DO NOT AVOID SAYING HELLO OR SMILING AT A STRANGER... you just don’t know who’s life you could save. ❤️🙏🏻
God Bless you all. So much love to you.