Check up on your strong friend. They’re usually the one bleeding in silence.
She sits alone by the window, with the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders. She picks up her phone and reads her messages, but not one of them asks her if she’s okay.
She’s always checking up on people, but no one ever seems to realize that she might need help too. She appears strong because of how much she cares, because of how often she’s there for the people who need her. But deep inside, she’s crumbling, and no one even seems to notice.
She needs help, but there’s no one there to give it to her.
She doesn’t respond as much to the messages she gets, anymore. She stays home more often. Her life shrinks in on her, until it’s all she can do to drag herself to work and back every day. People say that they miss her, that they haven’t seen her in ages and that she isn’t as active online as she used to be, but still no one asks if she’s okay.
She wonders what she’s done wrong. She wonders why no one’s worried about her. Why is it that the people she’s been so quick to check up on when they’ve seemed quiet in the past are so reluctant to reach out and make sure she’s okay?
She feels lonelier day by day. The walls close in around her. She thought her friends cared, so why have they abandoned her? In the back of her mind, she knows that they care about her. But it gets harder to convince herself of that when dusk falls every night and the inevitable, overwhelming feelings of isolation and loneliness set in.
Her thoughts become more and more negative, and she finds it harder to rationalize the more she drops out of her life. Slowly, she becomes a shell of a person. The flicker of light at the end of the tunnel begins to fade away as she loses hope.
She knows why no one reaches out. She knows why no one seems to be worried. It’s not that they don’t care – it’s because they have her labelled as a strong person, and assume that she can handle any difficulty she faces. They completely overlook the fact that even ‘strong’ people need help too.
All of her checking up on people has convinced them that she has her shit together too much to ever need help. Everyone just assumes that she’s fine. Meanwhile, the days grow darker and she grows weaker.
Everybody needs help. It’s hard enough trying to be there for people when they need a hand to hold onto to keep their head above water. It’s even harder when you’re drowning and there’s no one there to help you.
Suicide rates have grown substantially over the last couple of decades, for both men and women.
Check up on your friends, even those who seem strongest. You never know when they’ll need a helping hand unless you ask.