I wrote a blog post the other day stating exactly how I
feel. My boyfriend had just broken up
with me, and I was hanging on by a thread.
Trying not to cry every second at work and at home. And the next day, I looked out into my
classroom, and I saw a girl who looked EXACTLY how I felt. She looked like she hadn’t slept or eaten, and
her eyes were a thousand miles from the classroom.
I know a little bit.
I knew a little background on her.
She doesn’t know mine, of course, but the shocking revelation is: me –
a person in her forties – and her - a
teenager – felt exactly the same way. I
could see it her face for days, while I felt it for myself in a different way. When I talked to her during those days, I saw
my confusion reflected in her face.
So I gave her the blog post and watched her read it, and she
wasn’t two minutes in when the tears started welling. She understood. I gave her my words, and she saw
herself.
That’s what I want to do with writing: show people that they’re not alone.
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