I҉ f҉e҉e҉l҉ i҉n҉v҉i҉s҉i҉b҉l҉e҉. C҉a҉n҉ y҉o҉u҉ e҉v҉e҉n҉ s҉e҉e҉ m҉e҉?
Sooooo, about a month ago I began writing this ...but unfortunately my phone crashed and I lost all my notes so I had to rewrite it. 🙈
My mind finds inspiration to write from many random interesting things in life, and this short story was inspired by a rusty screw. So, what's so special about a little rusty screw? Well...this one had a story. 😉 For many years, it had been trying so hard to be strong enough to hold up our playground beam, just as it was meant to...but as the years went by, some of the screws surrounding it fell, leaving it to try to hold everything together all by itself. From the outside, there was no sign that the little screw was about to break. It looked like it was in good condition and was holding everything together okay, but after taking it out...it was plainly evident that it was rusty "on the inside." When my brother and I went outside to our swings, we heard it squeaking as we put more weight upon it, but we didn't really understand what was causing it until the beam was so loose that we declared our playground unsafe until we fixed it. Then we were shocked to find that it was super close to collapsing!
I titled this story "I feel invisible. Can you even see me?" because I feel like so many people go through life feeling invisible...perhaps not in the physical sense, but rather feeling as if their pain goes unnoticed or misunderstood by others in the world around them. And like my little screw, many are trying to hold it all together and be the "strong one" and carry the heavy weight of life by themselves while most people don't have the slightest clue what someone else is struggling with. Depression, anxiety, chronic illness, and mental illness often appear invisible to others....but it doesn't mean they don't matter. All of these things are so VERY real and greatly effect the person who is struggling. Yet from simply looking at someone, one could never guess the weight another is carrying.
Today is "Are you okay?" Day, so I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to share this post. Just asking a simple question like this could make an impact! I hope that one day talking about struggles with illness will not be met with rejection or judgment, but instead with support, encouragement, and kindness from others.
My mind finds inspiration to write from many random interesting things in life, and this short story was inspired by a rusty screw. So, what's so special about a little rusty screw? Well...this one had a story. 😉 For many years, it had been trying so hard to be strong enough to hold up our playground beam, just as it was meant to...but as the years went by, some of the screws surrounding it fell, leaving it to try to hold everything together all by itself. From the outside, there was no sign that the little screw was about to break. It looked like it was in good condition and was holding everything together okay, but after taking it out...it was plainly evident that it was rusty "on the inside." When my brother and I went outside to our swings, we heard it squeaking as we put more weight upon it, but we didn't really understand what was causing it until the beam was so loose that we declared our playground unsafe until we fixed it. Then we were shocked to find that it was super close to collapsing!
I titled this story "I feel invisible. Can you even see me?" because I feel like so many people go through life feeling invisible...perhaps not in the physical sense, but rather feeling as if their pain goes unnoticed or misunderstood by others in the world around them. And like my little screw, many are trying to hold it all together and be the "strong one" and carry the heavy weight of life by themselves while most people don't have the slightest clue what someone else is struggling with. Depression, anxiety, chronic illness, and mental illness often appear invisible to others....but it doesn't mean they don't matter. All of these things are so VERY real and greatly effect the person who is struggling. Yet from simply looking at someone, one could never guess the weight another is carrying.
Today is "Are you okay?" Day, so I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to share this post. Just asking a simple question like this could make an impact! I hope that one day talking about struggles with illness will not be met with rejection or judgment, but instead with support, encouragement, and kindness from others.
To anyone reading this who feels like my broken, rusty, little screw struggling to hold everything together:
I'm proud of you for your strength. You are not alone. You are loved. If you'd ever like someone to talk to, please don't hesitate to send me a message! (And don't feel like you're ever bothering or burdening me with anything, because you aren't😉) Feel free to write me your whole "long story" if that helps, and I'll listen.💓 (Tbh I can't promise any perfect/professional responses to problems, but I will always listen because I truly do care 🤗💕
