Bravery. Just what excactly makes a person brave? It can be different for everyone I guess. But I recently came across a type of bravery from someone that I already greatly admired in the first place, but who I would now want to call a hero. Her name is probably known to most of you already as many of you have all encountered her in some from or another. And if you have not, you would be very wise to go and check her out right now. Auri is one of the purest and kindest souls I have met on WordPress. She leaves wonderful comments, she writes posts that give encouragement, and in short she is someone that I think makes up the very definition of what being a good human being is all about. So why do I now also call her a hero? A few weeks ago she contacted me, together with the amazing Irina and Remy for our help in a project that she wanted to take on. Now, I would have helped her out no matter what the project would be about (because really how could anyone refuse help to her?), but this was something else entirely.
Underneath this introduction you will find her post that is about a subject that most people would be afraid to maybe even adress. Much less offer to reach out and help. Auri’s post about it however offers hope. It offers help. And most importantly it shows that no one is ever alone. We all need people when we go through a rough time. I encourage everyone to read this post. It is shining example of why Auri is such an important part of this community. But also…don’t be afraid to reach out when you want our help. After reading her post you will know what I mean by this. And after reading it you will also know why I call her a hero now.
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Some days, as you wake up, you wonder what the point of this is. This whole talking, eating, sleeping.
What was the point of it, when you felt like you were watching another person’s life and yet felt so much pain? As if you weren’t meant to exist? As if… anything you touched became a disaster?
Was there even a point to begin with?
Every day, you have a heavy secret in your heart. One that grows heavier with every person you don’t tell it to. That weighs you down more and more as you think it but don’t say it out loud.
Until it gets so heavy, so LOUD, that you can’t believe that it’s only three words. Three simple words to think, but three very difficult words to feel.
And so, again and again, you think it, but you don’t speak it. You can’t say it.
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