Final Lit Mag 3 | Page 15

Often panic comes suddenly. Something triggers it. S o m e t h i n g h a p p e n s , a n d i t s n a p s o u t o f n o w h e r e . S u d de n questions, strange looks, even just a stumble in walking. Part of the problem is not enough support. No matter how much effort is put in, someone needs to be there to help through rough spots. Someone to hush shaken words and h o l d t r e m b l i n g b o d i e s . S o m e o n e t o u n de r s t a n d . Q u i e t w e e p i n g f r o m a c h i l d w h o s e e m s s o w e l l a da p t e d that no one cares to see if they’re okay. It is assumed they are. Somehow, no one notices the tears and exhaustion. Talk with those close. Some will mock. Some will hug. Very few will understand and try to help. U n d e r n e a t h i s s o r r o w . It i n f e c t s e v e r y w o r d, e v e r y syllable said. It is a cry for help that they can’t seem to hear. Vent to the pillows. Scream into them. Wail. Cry. Then hide it all when they are home again. Watch social cues religiously. Do not change 15