I was mindlessly scrolling through my Instagram timeline when I noticed some posts which were both mood boosters and drainers. I saw one that was like, ‘You have to force yourself to wake up early, you have to take care of your responsibilities, you have to be honest with yourself, you have to evaluate your priorities. Nobody is going to do it for you, these are your goals and dreams. Everything you want starts and ends with you.’ To be honest, I was logged out at the second ‘You have to’. I’m at a point where my entire body is screaming ‘Do I have to? I’m sick and tired of it all!’
Many of us have either been depressed/anxious/suicidal or we’ve known people who are. So how do we talk to them when they’re going through these rough times? How do we help them out??
You know, like you’re deep in a pit and no one even knows you’re there,
Like the grave is a resting place and life is for the restless,
Like you’re speaking but no one is listening,
Like you’re dying and no one is seeing.
I see you.
I hear you.
And it sucks that you feel this way.
I wish you never did,
I wish your smile never set like the sun,
I wish your laughter didn’t seem like the fading sound of distant waves,
I wish your heart wasn’t hard from all the broken pieces that couldn’t be glued back together.
I wish I could take your pain away,
Absorb the pain like a sponge until you’re free from it,
I wish you didn’t know what it meant to walk under a dark cloud even when the sun was shining overhead,
I wish you didn’t know what it felt like to cry ‘Eli Eli Lama Sabachtani!’
That moment where you begin to question the efficacy of the words ‘I will never leave you nor forsake you,’ while reality screams otherwise.
But you have to feel these things,
For that’s how you’ll know how to comfort others who feel same.
If I hadn’t gone through them, I wouldn’t know what to say to you.
So to answer your question, live or leave? I think it’s best we live ready to leave when our appointment with death comes, as it’s appointed for men once to die, but after this the judgment (Heb 9:27).
So live, my darling! For life is already fleeting as it it seems.
It had seen many hearts meet, and many hearts break.
They were no different.
-m.e. 2020.
And that’s the end of our August challenge! Thank you so much for walking the distance with me! 😘
I first saw this writing challenge on Instagram and jokingly decided to participate. As I started, I quickly found out how challenging writing consistently for 31 days could be. But here’s the thing about commitment, if you think about the distance you have to go, you may just chicken out.
So here’s what you do, you take one day at a time and just keep at it. Same thing with life… when you start thinking about the future or the past and all the distance you’re yet to cover, you’ll most likely feel anxious or depressed. That’s why you need to try taking one day at a time. Your only job right here is getting through the day. That’s all you’re given, the present. And with that, someday you’ll look back at all the months or years that have passed, just because you kept taking one day at a time.
I really appreciate the readership, and the love you guys showed me. Thanks to you all, I finally hit my 40k goal!!!! 💃🏽 💃🏽 I’m indeed thankful for God’s Grace that kept me going.
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So, let me the first to wish you a Sweet September you won’t forget in a hurry! 💕
They say funerals are the best places to hear the nicest things about people. Emma’s own wasn’t any different. She was loved by many, as I came to understand. Yet, none of these people were there the night she overdosed on her sleeping pills.
The day dawned with faint lights streaming through Martha’s windows. She lay still on the bed, only breathing while her mind was in a million places. It was Friday, but she couldn’t pull herself to say ‘TGIF’. One of her million thoughts drifted to the preacher’s message on giving thanks in all circumstances because it is God’s will. She shook her head. No way was this God’s will for her.
Dainty M. 