Note written for the Suicide Awareness Month ( featured by Mental Health Is Trending on their Warrior Wall) It’s September, my lovelies.
It’s Suicide Awareness Month. The sun could be high wherever we are and whoever we are with; yet it is neither the place nor the person that holds the key to experience warmth. We don’t have to go the distance or do anything sensational to be worthy of applause. And by applause I don’t mean the recognition the world is never quite ready to give to the underdogs. We gotta root for our own flaws; be generous in giving ourselves some Ted talks we’re so good at sharing with others; smile at shortcomings and scars we’re responsible for and tell “perfectionism” to fuck off for a day, a week, a month until OKAY becomes acceptable. It’s okay if I made no friends in more than a year, because my social anxiety is so severe while mania makes me say things I don’t mean. It’s okay if I drop out of my childhood dream. It’s okay if I cut people off my family tree. It’s okay if a house still sits between me and the love of my life. It’s okay if all I ever have left to hold is my breath. It’s okay if I’ve given up on the idea that stability is possible with the right dose of whatever. It’s okay if all God does right now is send more waves. It’s okay if all I’ll ever do everyday of September and the months and years to come is to simply survive from my own ideations. It’s okay to continue without knowing exactly where to settle.
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