I know where you come from, and are in a place of stress and complication. I know you are overwhelmed. I know that you toss in you sleep and feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders. That you’re struggling and getting pulled in all directions, feeling like with every day a new piece of you is ripped and torn out of your heart. I know you feel like you’re dying, struggling, being pulled into the depths — waters so dark, being pulled down by weight that’s constantly getting heavier.
I know you wonder if it’s worth it sometimes.
I know you wonder if anyone cares.
I know you wonder if anyone loves you, even if they say they do.
I know you wonder how people can still love you through everything going on in your head.
I see the pain in your eyes, and the veil you put up to try and hide that pain. Try and hide your “demons”. I notice the dark circles under your eyes, and that you’re losing weight, and how you try to slip into the background…melt, so you do not get asked if you’re okay. Because you don’t know how to answer that. You don’t know what to say. You can’t tell them you’re bad. You don’t want to tell them what’s really wrong, what’s really going on in your mind.
You can’t. You won’t.
So you lie.
Just little white lies, right? “I’m okay!” “Things are crazy!” “Uhhh, a bit complicated…but overall not bad!”
But you don’t have to with me. I understand you. I know you. I love you.
I am here for you, as are so many other people.
I am here for you.
I promise to sit in silence when you don’t want to talk but you need someone.
I promise to listen to you when you need to vent.
I promise to be there for you, and I promise to call you out if you need someone else being the voice of reason.
I promise to be empathetic.
I promise to pray with you, and I promise to pray for you.
You are valued.
You are loved.
You are truly not alone.
People care for you.
I am one of them. I care for you.