Anecdotes and Realizations

 Mental health is important. Its not something that makes you 'weak' or something that means you're a 'wimp'. It means you're human.  All of us have people in our lives, and people inevitably lead to problems. Your problem with them, or theirs with you.  And sometimes people do stupid stuff. And it hurts. And that's alright. That single statement is a major breakthrough. It's okay to feel your feelings. It does suck. It does make you want to just quit. It does make you want to just curl up and disappear. And you have every right to do whatever you need to work on yourself.  Mental health is health too. It deserves attention and love and care. Surround yourself with the people you know won't judge you. And if they might, tell them to just shut up and listen for a second or just sit there.  Everyone has off days. Its just about what you do when you do.  Blisters are beautiful For the longest time, I used to tell myself not to cry. That crying was weak.

 I know you're hurting I know life sucks I know you want to just scream and let it out I know someone wronged you I know it wasn't fair I know you were helpless I know you were scared But your hurt,  doesn't make it okay to hurt other people I may not be in the same boat,  But I can help you steer it I won't hurt you I will just be And I know you can't hear me Over the voice in your head But , I will be there for you Even when you fear That I won't be near I will be right here And I know you don't want to say your truth And I know it hurts to trust But it's better to have loved and lost,  than never to have loved at all

 I have waited all my life to join Instagram. It sounded so cool. All my cousins, who are much older than I am , were into it. Celebs were on it and I could not wait. But, I made the decision not to create a gmail account until I was 13 years old. So, I was pretty late and unaware of social media.  The only thing I ever heard of it was "is an evil". "for adults", "addictive" , etc. So, I felt guilty even wanting to join Instagram. After all, I am the golden child. After one unnamed cousin spoke to me about her travel photos on the app, I was interested. So I did it. I just did it. I downloaded it, entered my email and created an account. For those laughing at how big a deal this was to me, you defied Google LAWS. 13 years and above ONLY.  So, I started seeing a lot of familiar faces. Some familiar but not close. And everytime I post something on Instagram, everyone there gets to see it. My account is still private, so I can control to some extent who sees