This is a Really Real Mental Health Post.
I’m the public one.
The one who speaks up.
The one who screams my story for all to hear.
The one that everyone says is so brave.
I don’t think it’s bravery.
I’m the one getting all of the support.
I’m the one getting all of the help.
I know there are so many others in the world.
Those that suffer in silence.
Those that don’t want to tell anyone what’s going on.
Those that won’t say how bad it really is.
Those that read along and see themselves in my words.
Those that are on the edge but just can’t break down, afraid of what will happen if they do.
Those that have broken down, but no one knows.
Those that are holding themselves together with smiles and laughs
And perfect hair.
I see you.
I know you’re out there.
I know you’re the brave ones.
Without anyone to talk to.
Still putting one foot in front of the other.
Holding on for dear life.
Begging yourself to make it one more day.
And as you kiss your babies to bed each night.
Silently hoping you’re there to see them in the morning.
I hear you,
Even when you don’t have words to say.