I am so frustrated.
Why is this treatment different?
I hate this.
But I cannot complain.
I don’t dare.
If I was to speak up, would anyone listen?
I doubt it.
The last time I spoke up, I was accused of being an attention seeker, a puddle-glum.
No one wants to know about your pain, your frustrations, your worries, your concerns.
No one wants to be burdened with that.
Why would you expect anyone to care?
See, this is why I give up.
This is why I stop trying.
No one wants to understand.
They just want me to go away, to disappear, so they can ignore me.
It is too much to ask, for people to care.
Just give up.
Stop speaking up.
Author’s note: In today’s society, our feelings are important. We care about how people feel but when it seems to run deeper than the skin, deeper than the heart on the sleeve, we stop caring. We don’t want to hear it. People joke about wanting to die all the time. That’s acceptable. But if a person is serious, wants to talk about it people get scared, say something like “you need help” but never do anything to help. The minute a person is depressed, people say things like “it gets better”, “it can’t be that bad”, or “you’ll get over it”. And I want to shake these people. No matter how dark, how deep your feelings go, they matter. Some of battle more or stronger demons than others. There is no shame in that. There should be no shame in that. Anyone who thinks there is, I consider narrow minded and selfish. The world is too small and life too short to spend it ignoring those who need us and shaming each other. Support one another. Be strong for each other.