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To the One Walking Through the Storm of Mental Illness

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Dear You,

I know you’re sad and tired.

I know you wish you could disappear.

I know you’re hurting.

I know you’re lonely.

I know you feel like everything is falling apart.

I know you’ve lost hope and faith.

I know the world has knocked you down to your knees.

I know you don’t want to get back up.

I feel your pain as if it were my own. I’ve felt every splinter in your heart, every crack in your soul, every ache from the emptiness. I’ve made friends with the roots of the flowers you wish shared their beauty with you. I’ve cursed the clouds for casting me in shadows. I’ve pounded my bleeding fists against the earth, begging for the pain to leave me.

I have felt everything you are feeling now. It’s a hurricane inside your chest, and you feel it sweeping across lands with no control. Chaos is left in your footsteps and you can’t stand to see the mess you’ve made.

But darling, if only you knew storms rip up the old roots, only to allow the new ones to have their chance.

Let the storm come through. Let it cleanse you. Let it toss you around.

You will rise again, anew.

You will be cloaked in strength and hope.

You will be at peace with the storm inside you.

Darling dear, I feel your pain. I feel your hopelessness. I feel your fear.

But I also feel that small flicker of hope you shelter from the winds inside you. It’s the last thing you have, and you’ll be damned if it gets destroyed. But know this, my love: wind feeds fire. Let that small flame of hope burst into a wildfire that will run rampant in your heart. Let it take over you, consuming every ounce of your being. Let it be the light to guide you through the darkness. Let it melt away the numbness and cold that has plagued you for far too long.

Do not spend your time running from a tornado. It’s time to turn around and face it.

I will hold your hand. I will make sure you do not fall. I will whisper encouragement. I will be there when you fear everyone else has gone.

Let the storm rage on tonight, for tomorrow will be a new day that has been cleansed of heartache and despair.

My dear, you are never alone.

My dear, you are loved.

My dear, you are a masterpiece.

My dear, you deserve to live.


-c.j xx

This post originally appeared on Pocket of Rambles.

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If you need support right now, call the Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255

Originally published: July 28, 2016
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