I did something different.
I listened to someone I’ve never seen, a person I’ve never hugged.
I opened my door and windows for the first time in 3 days. I took a cold bath because when I woke up and looked in the mirror, I
couldn’t recognise the person I saw.
I took out the trash and cleaned my room. I washed my hair and wore my nose ring.
My mania knocked on the door and I let in in. I played random music and did goofy dances.
On some days, you’ll find kindness and care in the hands of someone you’ve never held.
You’ll find hope and contentment in the knowledge that someone two, three cities away wants you to see the next day.
You will find peace in knowing that someone with whom you share no familial bond does not want you to leave your dreams behind. That they look forward to seeing you, holding your hand and laughing to a terrible joke.
You’ll find comfort in the words of someone you’ve never touched. They would touch you without coming close to your skin and soothe all the aches in places you never even knew were hurting.
You’ll hold on to this and you’ll fight. On the days it seems the army in your mind is winning, they’ll buckle an armor on and hold your hand through it all.
You’ll see the next day no matter how hard it feels. You will see the next day after that and the next week.
You will rise and pick yourself up.
You’ll see 21 and 22, and 23 and more.
– for nosa & usi.
I wrote this at 2:15am on a random night when I was in a not-so-good place in my head.
I hope it means something to someone somewhere.
How have you guys been?
When was the last time you were in a rut? How did you overcome?