Wednesday, 6 November 2024

pls be okay.

 





a stdnt texted me last night, asking, "๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘Ÿ, โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘‘๐‘œ ๐‘ข ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘˜๐‘’๐‘› โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก?" i was contemplating to answer, but i did anyway. i told him/her there’s no single way to deal wit it. dat he/she jst hav to face it, let urself feel it, even dance wit it, in a way. it may never go back to the way it was before, but somehow, it’ll heal. or maybe it won’t - not fully, anyway. dat’s the hard truth. 

and he/she replied wit a sad face emoji.

i wish i cld tell her/him dis - dat u dun rush it. u giv it space to breathe, even when it feels like breathing hurts. u sit quietly wit it, like an old fren who needs to say thgs they havent quite found the words for, yet. u let it ache, let it speak to u in the moments when the world goes silent and u can feel every beat as if it’s fcukin ask u to just understand.

u tell it the truth: dat it’s okay to feel lost, cracked open, maybe even a little angry. dat it’s okay if the world feels unfamiliar for a while. u remind it of the strength dat’s hidden in its bruises, the resilience dat got u dis bloody far. u’ve walked thru storms before. dis is just another one, and while it’s different, u’re still u. jst a little more weathered, maybe, but freakin wiser too.

some days, u’ll wonder if it’s ever going to feel whole again, and dat’s alright. the truth is, it mght never be the same. but dammit u learn dat broken hearts r not somethg to be ashamed of - they’re proof dat u loved, dat you cared, dat u were fcukin brave enough to hold onto somethg dat mattered.

in the end, u mend a broken heart by letting it reshape itself, by seeing beauty in the scars and the spaces that were once full. u realize dat u’re whole, not in spite of the cracks but becoz of them. every fragment tells a story, and somehow,ou’re still here, still moving, still learning. and maybe, i mean maybe - dat’s all it ever needed to be - jst u, moving forward, piece by piece, finding ur way back to urself.

i hope he/she will be alrite. for nobdy says it's easy.







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