Searching For A Light In The Darkness...

 

Dear Readers,

As someone who has walked the edge countless times, the story I tell is not just mine. It's for those who feel unseen, misunderstood, or dismissed as "attention-seekers." I’ve heard it all before. “You’re just acting,” they say. “You’re craving attention.” But what do they know of the silent wars waged within the mind? What do they know of the suffocating weight of despair that pulls you into the abyss?

They say we’re dramatic, playing a role. But if they only wore our shoes, even for a moment, they’d see. The pinch of loneliness, the blisters of rejection, the tearing pain of carrying burdens too heavy for one heart. Let them wear it, walk with it, and feel how their every step echoes with anguish. Let This be their CURSE!!!

I know the names of every one of those who pushed me to the wall, those who sneered and called me a coward, those who questioned my worth. But I choose not to expose them. Not because they deserve mercy, but because their children do not deserve the burden of shame. I refuse to let their children bear the weight of their parents' cruelty. I am better than that.

And yet, I cannot help but wonder if these people understood what it feels like to be on the brink, would they be kinder? Would they hold out a hand instead of pointing a finger? Perhaps that’s a question they’ll never dare to ask themselves.

This story is for the ones like me, the ones struggling in silence. To them, I say, your pain is valid, your story is real. You are not just "craving attention." You are seeking connection, a hand to hold, a voice to tell you that you matter. And if telling my story can help even one person feel less alone, then at least I could die in peace, knowing I’ve done something worthwhile.

I asked someone just to sit near me that’s all. It never happened, and people say that they do care…

The truth is, the world doesn’t need more critics. It needs more listeners. More people willing to set aside judgment and sit in the dark with those who suffer. For every cruel voice that tells you to "get over it," let there be one voice that says, "I hear you." For every sneer that calls you weak, let there be a hand that lifts you up.

If only the world had more hands and fewer fists, more understanding, and fewer accusations. But until that day comes, I’ll keep telling these stories. Not for me, but for the ones who are still searching for their own light in the darkness.

Jacob M