I Am Fine, and So Are You.

PERSONAL ESSAY| FEELING HUMAN| A HEART STUFFED WITH COTTON.

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I turned off the light in my room, letting darkness caress me while the TV outside continued to blare. Shutting the door didn't help.

My phone feels heavy in my hand, and I'm using it against its will because the words in my head are screaming to be released.

There are too many voices talking at once, and all I can do right now is sigh. It's perfectly fine to feel vulnerable at times.

I told myself I am allowed to sit with this feeling for a few hours.

I pulled my favorite pillow close, hugging it tightly. It's a heart stuffed with cotton and doesn't feel as hollow as mine.

The clouds have retreated from the sky, and the stars are too shy to show themselves. I guess they are mirroring my emotions.

Oh, the distorted sounds are causing a headache; even the pill didn't help ease the pain.

Now that was my exhausted sadness talking. Here comes another voice telling me to shut up.

Just seeing these few words on the screen made my feet dance. (Another psychotic episode of the week.)

If I were somewhere else, I would think ten times before posting this, but then I realized that everyone here is a bit eccentric—and I mean that in a good way.

We are all exhausted, and sometimes we don't even know why. We just are.

And that is perfectly okay.

Maybe I am talking to myself. I know I am, but I believe I am not the only one feeling this way.

This could have been a journal entry, but wouldn't it be better to let at least one of you know that I feel exactly as you do?

That you are not alone; there is someone in a corner of the world, breathing to survive, even though the air is contaminated—yet still breathing.

I will wake up tomorrow to find myself either less vulnerable or more; it depends. But it will be a new day, and unlike the stars, I won't shy away from welcoming it.

Vulnerability is not bad at all if it's nurtured, and I care for my sanity—and maybe yours.

Rummage through my ramblings. No refinement, no polished words—just genuine feelings. I am you, and you are me.

As always…

Keep Hoping!!