How do I describe the feeling?
The feeling when your head feels like it’s going to drop, your skin is on fire and your throat hurts from choking back the screams and tears?
The feeling when you see no tomorrow, no purpose- nothing. Everything is cold and empty but you feel hot inside- burning with rage and sorrow. All you do is curl up on the floor with your head on your knees and your arms wrapped around your legs, swing back and forth against a wall, wishing you could just be enough.
You bang your fists and pull your hair wanting to leave everyone and everything and just let go.
What a blessing and a curse it is to think and feel so deeply.
You look at yourself in the mirror and think, I’m so fucking tired of being me. Who knew breathing could be so damn hard?
Your skin looks blotchy, your hair hasn’t been washed for days and your eyes are red. The only sounds are your light sobs and your tears hitting the basin.
Drip, drop, drip.
It’s funny how people appear to be completely different on the outside than what they are on the inside. How you are laughing on the outside and nobody suspects anything because all your feelings are caged inside you, constantly tugging and pulling on the chains, threatening to come out.
And then they do. It’s funny when you realise all the strength you put in keeping it inside is all a waste. All it takes is for you to drop something on the floor with a crash and the next thing you know is that it’s you on the floor and your strength snaps in two. Crying and screaming and struggling- everyday is a battle. It’s so difficult to even get out of the bed and get ready every single goddamn day. At night, you can’t sleep and in the morning, you can’t wake up.
And then one day you decide: This is it, I can’t take this anymore. You feel yourself wanting to withdraw, to detach and just letting things go. But withdrawing means losing.
And you do. You pick up the blade and run your finger over your wrist in wonder, your tiny pulse throbbing under your thumb. So simple. You realise you can do it anytime, any day. All it takes is a tiny scratch. You bring it close. You grip it tight and increase the pressure. It pierces your skin but you feel nothing. Then a single drop of blood escapes and falls with a tiny drip. This drop changes everything. Your centre shifts and you think of all the times you cried and the people who have always been there for you- through thick and thin. Is this how you pay them back?
And then, with a jolt, you drop it.
“I can’t do this.”
You realise your life is not just yours. It’s okay to not have control over everything. Letting go does not mean losing. You realise the reason why you get ready for battle every morning. The battle against yourself, your thoughts and feelings. For them. They don’t deserve this. Your actions always affect others, even people you’ve never met.
Imagine this scenario- your mom is banging on your bedroom door, demanding you to come out. Yes, she can get annoying sometimes. But she loves you. You don’t open and your mom opens the door with a spare key and sees you leaning against the foot of your bed in a pool of your own blood. Your legs spread, hair covering your face, cut wrists hanging limply by your sides, an expressionless face and glassy eyes staring at her- but not really looking. She gasps. No, this cannot be happening. She runs to you, checks for a pulse and feels nothing. Dead. She cradles your limp body against her lap and kisses your face for the last time, her tears splattering your face. A cry escapes her throat and then escapes a single word from her lips echoing around your house: why?
Your dad gets a call when he’s at work. He’s shocked. He falls on his chair and puts his face in his hands and sobs quietly. He’s the one person you’ve never seen losing control and now, he can’t hold it in.
I admire every survivor’s strength. You get repeatedly stabbed everyday but somehow you still trod on your path. Your strength and your control is your fight. Never lose your fight, never give up. Someone, somewhere will miss you. You’re important. You may feel unwanted and weak but in reality, your strength is incomparable.