Say something.
Daggers are thrown at this pitiful lump of tissue as it pumps away on the
hardwood.
This is ridiculous.
Believe me, I know.
Are you on drugs? How’d you get like this?
The fatal mistake has been made.
Assumptions before questions.
Judgment before an attempt at understanding.
Disgust and shame before comfort and love.
As friends fall away, family does faster.
American ideology promotes the sweeping of baggage under the rug.
Hidden baggage rots. Eats away at the soul.
But what matters?
What is true wellness? Good grades? Sports and school involvement?
Tons of friends? Being loud and boisterous? Infinite happiness?
I ask, what about my mind? My body? My soul? My identity?
Do I sacrifice that to meet all of my friend’s and family’s needs of
appearance?
Is their denial a sign that my life isn’t what matters?
A cycle of never-ending madness.
This is the lack of education. The lack of necessary care. The abuse of
those who struggle.
Years pass. A diagnosis arrives. Truths are uncovered.
Depression. Anxiety. Complex-Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Post-
Traumatic Stress Disorder. Sexual assault survivor.