Let’s play a game, he says.
You have to hit the football on the wall to win.
The catch is, il be in the middle.
If you miss, you’ll be punished.
Penalties, he says. He winks. He laughs.
I kick the ball lightly. Confused at the rules.
He stops it. He winks.
You’ll be punished, he says. Laughing louder.
This isn’t right, I shout.
It’s not wrong, he whispers.
I close my eyes. I cry, I sob.
My wrists are grasped. My mouth is covered.
I was 12 when I broke, when it all began. I was 12 when I was punished.
There’s something brilliant about this.
Something fabulous about finding happiness in someone you never quite expected to.
There’s something heart warming about someone wanting to turn to you in times of their sadness and their joys.
There’s something heart warming in someone begging you to see them because they know you can make them smile.
There’s something so content in me that feels happy that I’ve found a friend in you.
There’s something so peaceful in knowing that we’ve both been through the exact same thing and want nothing more then just a shoulder to cry on for now.
There’s nothing more amazing then finding a friend in a stranger. There’s nothing more exhilarating than watching your loneliness disappear slowly to dust ❤️
For months I’ve been waiting for closure.. just something, anything to make it easier to move on.
And all this time I realised it’s not you I need closure from. It’s myself.
My heart hurts because I feel like I’m not good enough. I’m a bad person. I’m panicking because I don’t think anyone will ever love me. I feel nervous around people because I know they will leave me one day.
I’m scared to fall again, because I don’t think il be able to pull myself back up.
I don’t know how to love myself. I don’t know how to love myself when it just hurts. I don’t know how to keep anyone in my life anymore.
A house has four walls.
A home has connected hearts.
Home is where the heart is, and here I found my home with you.
I found my home in your warmth and in your care. Your love, your hopes and your dreams.
I found my home in your sympathy, your humility, your selflessness.
I found my home in your frustration, your pain, your anger.
I found my home in your smile, your frown, your tears,
I’ve lived a lonely life, with a hole in my heart until I met you.
I found my home in you.
I feel no pain, it disguises itself well.
My demons await me, their weapons are poised.
Ready to draw blood, with no limits to the damage they want to cause.
The fear of others abuse, is nothing compared to how I abuse myself.
The games I play, telling myself I’m good enough. Mocking myself to the fullest.
I am nothing but a pawn in this game of evil. Nothing but a pawn that deserves the damage coming it’s way.
Imagine a banana at the bottom of the fruit bowl that’s started to rot and yet you choose not to throw it away. You carry on buying more fruit, you cover the banana and the fruit bowl looks fresh and colourful.
But you know the banana is still rotting below. And everytime you fear that the rotten banana is going to show, you buy more fresh fruit to cover up the horrid sight.
The longer you leave it, the worse it becomes. It starts to blacken, leaves a horrible smell and maybe even ruin the bowl.
What’s a banana got to do with mentality? It’s exactly the same..
You have an experience you can’t cope with.. what’s the easiest thing to do? Block it out. Do something else. Buy a new car, fancy clothes, flash jewellery.. but that doesn’t help resolve your situation.. it just blocks it out.
And one day when you have to go back to that same situation.. when you have to face everything that you’ve been putting off.. it will hurt so much more. You let it rot in your mind for so long, you’ve exhausted yourself mentally, exhausted yourself by putting so much effort into blocking it out and now it’s even worse than before.
And it hurts like hell.
Your mind is begging for refuge.
Your mind is begging to break free from the trap you’ve locked yourself in.
There’s no shame in feeling beautiful in yourself without being vain.
There’s no shame in leaving the house with a naked face and feeling happy.
Theres no shame in holding the one you love a little bit too long.
There’s no shame in begging for forgiveness to the people you have wronged.
There’s no shame in lying alone in your room with mascara running down your face when things get too much.
There’s no shame in screaming at the top of your lungs when the pain inside you is physically too much.
There’s no shame in admitting that you can’t cope alone, that you can’t physically bear the pain. There’s no shame in asking for help.
There’s no shame in being weak. There’s no shame in being broken.
Imagine standing on a glass floor.
Underneath the glass floor is a drop of a thousand miles.. And you can’t see where it ends.
You avoid the floor. You’re always cautious when you walk over it and you live in constant fear that one day it’s going to break and you will fall.. You will fall and you don’t know how the fall will end.
One day the glass starts to crack and you realise the end is near. The glass floor won’t last.. Your fall is inevitable. You have to let go.
But you refuse. You grab hold of the walls, hurting yourself in the process. You’re screaming, you become weak. But you don’t won’t to let go.
The walls begin to crumble and your fingers can’t hold on any longer. You realise, the inevitable is here.
You let go.
You let yourself.
This thousand mile drop.
Hurting yourself along the way. It’s painful, it’s killing you.
But you’re facing it. You’re not living in fear anymore. You’re taking the pain as it comes. You know eventually the pain will finish.
And then the drop ends.. And you realise.. It’s not a painful end. It doesn’t end in death.. You’re in a room.. The floor is made out of cushions. You’ve landed softly.
The pain is still in you. You are still hurting from the fall.
But you no longer live in fear that the glass will break.
Face life’s difficulties.
With every difficulty comes ease inshAllah!