A Broken Girls Mind

Her Story

Her story was one that needed to be told, but to who? She often felt as if she had no one to talk to and the worst part is that it took her death for people to finally realize what they were losing. Why is the world like this? Why do we never notice the pain someone else is leaving through?

It is believed that by human nature we are naturally selfish people. If that is the case how can one change said nature? As we grow older we meet people who we would eventually die for. How can we be selfish creatures and at the same time hold the capacity to be compassionate? To care for a family member, friend, or lover? The belief that humans are selfish is horribly outdated because no we aren't selfish we are simply selective with care. Every so often you have the sociopaths and psychopaths who show us that the world is filled with cruel people. This story isn't about them though. This story is about the journey of a woman who journeyed through her life feeling like a shadow or better yet a background character in her own life. A woman who never quite learned how to love herself. A woman who sparked a conversation with ease. A woman who couldn't see the power her stare, her laugh, or her smile had on the people in her life. A woman who contemplated her purpose in life. No one truly knows what someone else is going through because despite our best efforts no one truly opens up to anyone. It would seem as though Delanie lived a seemingly normal life. She was married to the love of her life, had four beautiful children, lived in the house of her dreams, and worked as a teacher. From an outsiders point of view, she had everything she could ever want. So why was she unhappy many may wonder.

Well, it is never as simple as having everything, sometimes you simply feel as though you're missing a piece of your soul that has been left unfulfilled. She spent her whole life searching for something that she didn't even know she needed. So what did she do? She walked through her life with her head held high and a smile on her face and every day since she was fifteen years old when she set foot in her shower and let the steamy water roll down her body she allowed the stream of tears she had been holding in flow freely down her cheeks and down the drain as if they never existed. She believed she was doing the most selfless thing ever by keeping all her tears to herself, by never truly letting anyone see her completely break down. Yet some days she couldn't hold it in. Those were the days she found out who really cared for her. Who really noticed her. It was always subtle things that would change on those days. Her smile wouldn't quite reach her eyes, her eyes weren't as bright, and those days she spoke less as if she could simply fade into the background because in her mind she was already in the background. How did people really truly see her?