The Choice. The important choice. For some, the final choice. The one needed to be made every single day. Choose if you can find the search for strength to fight just another day. Weak legs, fake smile, empty heart. The thoughts, the bullies, the oppressors, the search for the light in the end of the tunnel. The quiet fight. The unseen fight. The one bypassers won’t know about it until it’s too late.
The maths’ not perfect, I didn’t keep it in a journal or anything but 10 years ago now, I made a choice. I stared down into the abyss and said No and I have been saying No everyday since. Some days have been easier than others. And I’m grateful I did what I did. 10 years later, I have strengthened my bond with my family, I went to the most amazing high school and made friends. Once a childhood bully is today the best of them. I’ve travelled, I’ve made memories, I’ve gotten awards, met idols. I got to hold my nephews, hear them speak and walk and laugh with pure unfiltered joy. I got jobs and earned colleagues’ respect and proved myself and my oppressors that they were wrong. I’ve been a rock, I have inspired others to follow their dreams. I do matter, I should breathe this air too.
10 years and this topic is still as important to be as ever. 4 days ago was Suicide Prevention Day. I really wanted to make something about it but couldn’t come up with anything worth presenting until now.
So a friendly reminder, keep in touch with the people around you, check up on them, be there for them. Be a rock. Or ask for one. Turn to your contacts, you might be surprised how much they care if you let them.
Keep fighting, it will be worth it in the end.
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