Sometimes I weep for the girl I once was. The girl who didn’t ask for help because she thought she did not deserve it. Who thought being strong meant doing it all on her own. And it took me years to realise life was never meant to be travelled alone.
But we have a society of people who still feel like that scared and lonely girl now. Who feel too afraid to admit when they are struggling. Who feel like they have to hold themselves together 24/7 for their partners, their parents, their kids, their work, their friends. Who bottle up their pain and shame and grief, only for it explode as depression or burnout or addiction.
Everyone is going through something. Relationship issues. Financial struggles. Work Stress. Illness. Divorce. IVF. Loss of a parent. A child. A friend. An ever-present emptiness. A free-floating anxiety. The sense that something is missing.
Our task, when we are feeling strong, is to open our hearts and hold space for those who are hurting. And, when we are feeling crushed by the weight of the world, to be brave enough to ask for help and to let ourselves be held. To fall apart into the arms of someone who loves us. To release and reconnect and remember that healing was never meant to be done alone ॐ