An earnest reminder
To those of you who pretend to dislike the people or things you love, to earn a new 'friend's' approval
- don't do it.
To those of you who poise to slash your wrists when a person unexpectedly leaves your life
- don't do it.
To those of you who idolize celebrities and skip meals to acquire toned bodies
- don't do it.
To those of you who resort to drugs to forget parental abuse
- don't do it.
And to countless other survivors and the loved ones of those who gave in.
Talk to someone. Find someone who cares, because they are out there. Push yourself to think beyond the immediate future and the relevance of the incident in question many years from now (might sound totally cliched, but try it before you negate me). Make yourself take baby steps and go about normal tasks of the day. JUST DO IT. Scream, cry if you have to. But once that tide subsides, take a deep breath, pick yourself up and walk out there. Prove to yourself (Yes, yourself, over anybody else) that you can still survive. And more importantly, that you can return to Life.
Go back down memory lane, visit the favourite places of your childhood. Find a new hobby. Pick up that old guitar or that novel that's long been collecting dust on the shelf. Do something to remind yourself of your self-worth. Anything. Focus on the possibilities.
Look, I know recuperating is not poetry. It is ugly and it rips you apart. But please do not give up. Have faith and stay strong. Love yourself.
Sometimes, you have to be your own hero, but that's okay; you will feel all the more proud of yourself afterwards.
Choose Life.
Choose Love.
And live.
- don't do it.
To those of you who poise to slash your wrists when a person unexpectedly leaves your life
- don't do it.
To those of you who idolize celebrities and skip meals to acquire toned bodies
- don't do it.
To those of you who resort to drugs to forget parental abuse
- don't do it.
And to countless other survivors and the loved ones of those who gave in.
Talk to someone. Find someone who cares, because they are out there. Push yourself to think beyond the immediate future and the relevance of the incident in question many years from now (might sound totally cliched, but try it before you negate me). Make yourself take baby steps and go about normal tasks of the day. JUST DO IT. Scream, cry if you have to. But once that tide subsides, take a deep breath, pick yourself up and walk out there. Prove to yourself (Yes, yourself, over anybody else) that you can still survive. And more importantly, that you can return to Life.
Go back down memory lane, visit the favourite places of your childhood. Find a new hobby. Pick up that old guitar or that novel that's long been collecting dust on the shelf. Do something to remind yourself of your self-worth. Anything. Focus on the possibilities.
Look, I know recuperating is not poetry. It is ugly and it rips you apart. But please do not give up. Have faith and stay strong. Love yourself.
Sometimes, you have to be your own hero, but that's okay; you will feel all the more proud of yourself afterwards.
Choose Life.
Choose Love.
And live.
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