Never Give Up Hope

Have you ever been bullied because of your physical features? What about emotional features? Family members, clothes, name, race, religion, culture, etc? The problems, and the way we deal with them just seem to get bigger and bigger until something such as the freckle on your nose turns into a dead body in the water, a homeless person on the street or a war about skin colour.

Have you ever felt not good enough for someone? Have you ever felt broken, different, and abnormal? I’d like to tell you you’re wrong, say that you’re normal, but the truth is, you’re not. Everything you do separates you from that next person, but that’s what makes you beautiful. Being unique is a gift, not a burden.

Have you ever cut yourself? Taken pills? Thought about committing suicide or attempted it? You people are so strong. Even when I was feeling useless, unwanted and uncared for, I barely had the ability to think about running away, lifting the scissors, or jumping in front of that car. So bravo to you who find that pain in a concentrated for is better than pain all over. But I want you to realize, that every drop of blood you shed and every tear you cry, should be kept as a reminder that you’re making sacrifices.

I’m not strong, I’m not beautiful, and I’m not rich, famous, athletic, life smart or book smart. But I don’t want to be any of those things, and I don’t want anyone else to think that they have to be those things to fit in, to be loved, to be cared for.

I have secrets of my own, things I don’t tell anyone because they won’t accept me. But I accept me. I accept that my problems don’t compare to those of an abused child, a hungry child, a sexually molested child, or a child who won’t read this because they don’t have access to the internet. I also accept that who I am today, might change tomorrow. I accept that everyone feels differently, and everyone’s problems are a mountain to them even if it’s only a mole-hill to an onlooker. I accept that cutting, while not a good thing, is a way of life. Just like praying, is a way of life. Don’t give up hope on hope, because after every winter there is spring, after every heartbreak there’s a healing process and a bad thing and a good thing, will always make something beautiful.