Perfectly Flawed

Isn’t it scary how you feel your most vulnerable when opening up your heart, or allowing the heavens of your mind to open up and pour down your cheek? It’s quite terrifying to tell someone how we feel, but it’s only human, yet for some reason, it can sometimes feel wrong and almost out of character, especially for those who try to paint this picture perfect image, or for those who have too much pride?  I find it interesting how as humans, we can put up the most powerful and deceitful fronts, to just go home to our reality and crumble at a single thought. We’ve all been in the position where we’ve bottled up more than enough, and we take it out in many different forms; crying, screaming, hitting, self-harming, the list is endless. The worst thing about this vulnerability we show when we’re feeling the way we do, is the stigma and self judgement associated with it.  I’m not sure if I speak only for myself when I say this, but when I cry, there’s that underlying feeling ...

“Hopeless.”  If you asked me how I felt right now, that would probably be my response. Well, it’s what I’d be thinking anyway, my outward response would obviously be “i’m fine”. Being the sociable beings that we are, I think were conditioned to hide how we truly feel, not only to avoid the question and worry, but more fearfully, to avoid the stigma of actually speaking out about how we truly feel.  Well, I don’t know about you reading this, but I am so tired of pretending to be “fine”. What even is fine anymore? There’s no such thing, and we have to accept that not being okay, IS OKAY. We must come to terms with the fact that life will never be smooth sailing, nor will it always be a pleasant experience. You will grow, you will learn, you will have your heart break, you will fail exams, you will sometimes be your own biggest enemy, you will fall out with friends, fall out with family, you will lose the ones you love, and you will lose yourself more times than you can ...