From The Other Woman

To sadness.

For it makes things more beautiful.


How's it hanging?

I know you're going to tell me that you're fine even though you're not. (Because I expect you to be fine.) But I just want to remind you that it's okay to tell me that you're not okay. Showing your weakness is bravery. We can't keep pretending that things don't matter or things will never affect us. In reality, the more you bottle it up inside you, the more painful it becomes. 

Despite the medications and peer pressure, we are still afraid of showing our true emotions.

But for me, that true fear than we have is not the fact that we want to tell other people that we're not okay; we are much more of afraid of how they will react.

Will they care?
Will they understand?
Will they get it?

No they won't.

We jump to the conclusion that we are not understandable. Well, humans are designed in a complex manner already. Non-sense exists in our minds by default. Like how babies talk or how we make crazy decisions when we're in love or happy.

I think we don't need to understand the other person's situation. Especially if we ourselves, never experienced it. What we need to understand is how they feel.

Listen to how they talk and what words they use.Look at them and be aware of the tears and how they clutch their palms. Familiarize the eye movements. Hear the tone of voice.  And just be there. Don't lie to them that things will be okay. You don't know that. Things either get better or get worse, not even God knows what will happen. And even if He does, He won't tell you.

Don't be insensitive. If you don't know what to say, then don't say anything at all.The last thing you want to do is hurt the other person more. Be the post they'll lean on when they break down and cry. Don't tell them to move on or be strong or man up. That's the worst thing you could say.

I'm here. 
Hold on.

Say that. Because sadness is a drug to a person's heart. You need to remind them that it's not there forever and we need to swallow and feel it right in our guts until it makes its way outside again. And the cycle continues.

Feel and feel and feel.
The void calls to take a life?
That's not sadness anymore. It's depression. It's poison. 

What do you do?

You make them remember who they were and still are and will be.


I don't know.



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Alive by Sia
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