There's this uncomfortable moment when you realize that someone wants comfort instead of a solution.
The moment where you realise your words have no meaning.
That the only way you know how to help, isn't helping.
Comforting people isn't something you ever learnt how to do.
They sit there in front of you and they rant about their problems; They're frustrated, they're sad, they feel hopeless.
You want to help, but all you have are solutions.
You think that if you fix the problem, their pain will stop, but the problem is that your solutions are meaningless to them.
Easy solutions seem difficult when you're the one facing the consequences.
So instead, they seek out your comfort, and that's when you realise you have no comfort to give.
You don't know how to ease a broken heart.
To give air to collapsing lungs.
How do you save someone from drowning when you never learnt how to swim?
When you're so terrified of the ocean.
Of tidal waves and dark depths.
You remember what it feels like to drown...
Your tight throat and hollow lungs.
When you kicked and you screamed and you fell, deeper and deeper.
You found comfort in your death.
When you finally opened your mouth and let the water in...
The pressure finally released.
...would it be comforting for them to know?
That they could let the water in?
That it wouldn't hurt anymore.
That is not a solution I want to offer.
Watching somebody drown just because I never learnt how to swim.
(Yes, I rewatched teenwolf. Don't @ me)
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The diary of Seth Alexander
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