They look themselves in the face.
There's no end to the storm in their head, nor the flood in their hearts.Its cold. Too cold to function.
But they go on. There's no choice.
They have people to please, hierarchies to impress, loved ones to surprise. Themself to prove.They go through, day after day, pushing and forcing themselves to fight. The sea churns with their daily tasks. There's always a time where the issues reach a tsunami. Sometimes they manage to swim to the surface and breathe.
Sometimes they give in to the tidal wave. Sometimes the demons circle around them like prey and there's nothing left to do but sink and hope they don't come any closer.
But deep down, when the pain, and suffering, and agony deposits them on the cold, dark seabed admist the rocks and the nothingness, they know.
They know that someone is there. Watching. Waiting for them to swim back up.
It will take time. They need to check themselves first of course. And with each bubble of fresh air and invigorating, kind words their someone sends, they find they can lift their head up high, grab the harpoon that's been tossed to them and fight the demons.
You can do it.
Stop blaming yourself!
No matter how much you may think you're unworthy of anything, you will always mean the world to us!
We love you~
You mean so much to us! You can't leave us just yet!
And when all is done, when their head breaks the surface, they look into the eyes of their someone and let out a chuckle; a tearfully happy one, raspy from a period of unuse. Their someone smiles back at them knowingly and says the words they kept repeating all along.
'We've got a long way to go from here, but I know you can do it.'
'I believe in you, because I love you.'
Their someone reaches out a hand, and they stand in the eye of the storm, quieting the storm, drying away the water. There is warmth.
"C'mon, we have to fight our way out of this hurricane. But you can do it. You've made it here yourself."
Their someone hugs them.
'I'm so proud of you.'
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The Little Book of Cheering Up
PoetryI love you so much. There will always be someone to love you very much. Forever