Healing from Secret Storms.

Today, when I was scrolling through Instagram at 3:38 am in the morning, I read a quote " I hope that you heal from the things you don't tell anyone" and that hit me hard.

Like "stop scrolling and write about it" hard.

So yeah, here we are.

We all suffer in silence. We are not appreciated on a daily basis. We all have problems and we tend to ignore them by sleeping or by zoning out or by listening to music. All I am saying is that I know you are doing something right now that you don't want to. You are this close to leaving all the shit and running away. I get it. Maybe I don't. Well, you have your plate full and shoes filled with nails, so the only sane option for you right now seems to sleep.

I don't know you, to judge you.

Not that I would judge you if I know you.

It is not my job to have opinions on the way you deal with your stuff.

My job here is to make this world a better place for you that would help you make decisions that hurt you less.

So, I am an anonymous human telling you that you will deal with the thing that's hurting you.

You will be okay.

I believe that you are the best person to heal your pain.

It's hard.

I know. Maybe I don't.

To all those silent warriors who cry themselves to sleep.

To all those people dealing with storms and healing silently...

*Deep sigh*

That's it.

I'm not sorry because I don't pity you.

All I wish for you is to heal from what's hurting.

All I want for you is the strength to help you get up from your bed.

All I need from you is to not give up.

All I ask of you is to consider being nice to others.

It's tiring to say all the good things and waiting for them to happen to you.

Drink water, stay hydrated macha.

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