It isn’t because the other person is weaker. I honestly cannot believe the number of lives we’ve lost to depression. All because we still aren’t able to see it as what it is; an incurable (but treatable) pain that runs so deep you don’t know better than wanting to numb it or end it… because instead of seeing it as what it is, we see it as a weakness. Nobody wants to seem weak, so they don’t ask for help, all the while this pain is devouring them up from the inside like the worst cancer there is. When they do let out some sort of cry for help, WE see them as weak and “deal” with it in all sorts of questionable ways. We’re finally the generation that claims to accept the fact that we’re different, but we still can’t accept the fact that we deal with things differently in our own separate ways, and they affect us differently as well. One thing could make you stronger and scar the next person for life; IT ISN’T ALWAYS BECAUSE THE OTHER PERSON IS WEAKER! Our brains are...
A black African bird. A space to share my written words, being a mother and certain life experiences. 🖤