Talk to the girl that’s always smiling.
You know her. She’s always asking about everyone else’s day, cracking jokes up, cheering people on, hugging those who need comforting, smiling at those nobody speaks to, and lending a listening ear to those that need it.
She hides something you know not about, something you should know about.
You don’t know that she cries herself to sleep, because of monsters from her past that haunt her. You don’t know that she sets her joy aside to make other people happy. You don’t know that the burden of succeeding and excelling coupled with her anxiety and depression cripple her, rendering her useless for hours on end.
And yet she gets up, gets dressed, and remains the same bubbly person you see.
You don’t know that because she asks about everyone else, but nobody asks her about her.
Talk to the guy that’s always watching.
You see him. He’s the one person helping other people move when no one else is willing to help. He lends you his coat when you’re cold, reminds you how amazing you are, cheers up those who feel like they’re failing, suggests solutions to those who are directionless.
He hides something you know not about, something you should know about.
You don’t know that he struggles to be confident because of the constant reminders of his mistakes. You don’t know that he helps to drag himself out of his room. You don’t know that his desire to make a difference coupled with his feeling of inadequacy pile up into a ball of confusion and a feeling of uselessness, no matter what he does.
And yet he gets up, gets dressed, and still goes out of his way to help.
You don’t know that he needs encouragement too, because all you see is him giving what he doesn’t get to others.
Talk to the person right in front of you.
You’ve been there. You see the difference they can make. You see the beauty they can create. Don’t just stand and watch. Don’t just stand and watch them ruin themselves.
Be their light. They need it. You need to share it.
Don’t pretend you’re okay when you’re not.
Being aware of how you feel is not a weakness. It’s the beginning to recognizing how you can mend what is broken.
Face it. And if it’s too difficult, talk to them–they’ll help you.
Talk to the people who help.
They’ve been there.
They know how you feel.
They were you.
Because it doesn’t matter whether people ask about them or not. They find their joy in helping those who need it.
But talk to them. And after that?