Es hora de que seamos sinceros sobre nuestro dolor

Life can be hard sometimes, it can feel as if everything is on top of us, pushing us down, pulling us under. It can feel as if we are completely alone in the world, as if we are the only ones dealing with emotions that make us feel trapped, angry, afraid. It can feel as if we are always watching everyone else get exactly what they want while we sit here wondering, “What about me?’

And all too often we are afraid of these feelings, embarrassed by them. We immediately answer a question about how we are doing with, “Fine,” because we don’t want to burden anyone with something so ‘trivial’.  We become so good at ocultando nuestro dolor that we may even begin to believe we are okay.  We start to accept that maybe this sinking feeling is just a part of us now, maybe it’s normal to wake up dreading the day and feeling afraid of the dark because there’s nothing to distract us from our spinning thoughts. We make excuses for disappearing when we need to cry and we return with a smile on our face because it’s just easier that way—to pretend we are absolutely fine, when in reality, we are breaking inside.

But it needn’t be this way. There really is no reason to wear a mask around the people you care about, the people who care about you.

So I think it’s time we started being honest about our pain. I think it’s time we learned to accept our emotions rather than push them away, rather than be embarrassed by or afraid of them. I think it’s time we started answering, “How are you?” honestly. I think it’s time we started to talk to each other, to hear the way we feel in the silence, to understand how it makes us feel when we hear it aloud. It’s time we stopped hiding in the bathroom and crying on the floor, time we stopped having a shower simply to drown out our tears. It’s time we faced up to it, moved through it, dealt with it.

It’s time we let the pain in because if we don’t, it will only grow, it will only consume us, bury us, become us.

Así que la próxima vez que sientas que la oscuridad se apodera de ti, acéptala. La próxima vez que alguien te pregunte cómo estás, háblale de ello. Tal vez no en profundidad, tal vez no mucho, pero intenta dejar entrar a otra persona. Aprende a ser sincero con el dolor, aprender a aceptarlo. La próxima vez que sientas que vas a desmoronarte, deja que otra persona intente mantenerte unido. Deja que alguien te quite las lágrimas de la cara y te mantenga firme. Deja que alguien te acerque a su pecho cuando caiga la noche y disfruta sintiendo su calor contra ti, deja que te calme.

Recuérdate a ti mismo que no estás solo.

La próxima vez que elijas arremeter contra alguien por haberte deshecho, recuerda que la ira no es la respuesta, pero sí lo es la honestidad, dejar entrar el amor y reconocer el dolor.

Because asking for help does not mean you aren’t independent or strong or capable. Needing to feel someone’s arms around you does not mean you can’t soothe yourself, it doesn’t mean you need someone else to pick up the pieces.

It just means that sometimes two heads are better than one; sometimes someone else can tell us the words our broken hearts or tangled minds can’t find right now. It just means someone else’s arms often feel better wrapped around us than our own. It means that we all need a little help sometimes and that’s okay.
Sweet girl, it means it’s time you were honest about your pain because it’s real and it’s scary and sometimes it can be too much. It means that there’s a world of people out there who love you and want to help you and all you have to do is ask.

Significa que eres fuerte, que eres un guerrero, que puedes pedir que te tomen de la mano.

Porque a veces, sólo a veces, esa mano puede guiarnos hasta la superficie.

A veces, ser sinceros sobre nuestro dolor nos permite respirar.

by Rose Goodman