I see people like my blog posts. Usually the uplifting or truthful images I share from Facebook or Tumblr. I’m glad others find them helpful. I hope others find them helpful. On my personal Facebook, I also share a lot of inspirational posts. The other day, someone commented that they really needed to see it. I hadn’t spoken to this person in years. They were someone I knew back in high school while I lived overseas. I had no idea where they were in life or what they were doing, but seeing their comment stirred something inside me. I reached out to them. I told them I had no idea what they were going through, but I’m glad what I shared brought them comfort. We talked a little. They shared they had just gone through a heartbreaking experience, similar to my own. Now, I’m not the type of person who will give blind advice or coerce someone into doing/saying something. I have not lived enough or am wise enough to be depended on for guidance. I am definitely not Yoda. But, I will still try and lend a helping hand.
Photo by Nathan Dumlao on UnsplashEveryone’s story is different and their journey their own. What I experience cannot speak for someone else’s experience.
I couldn’t tell this person what they should do. I couldn’t tell them it would get easier either. I couldn’t compare my experience to theirs, because there could be a different outcome.
The only advice I could think of giving, because it is something that I need to hear myself, is: Do what you feel is right for you. It doesn’t have to be right for others.
I struggle doing this myself. I am in a state where I am completely torn on what to do. I probably shouldn’t give any advice to anyone. But seeing people struggle as much as I have, pushes me to keep going.
I am glad that my random Facebook post at 3am gives someone else hope. I am glad if a picture I post here inspires someone to hold on. I am glad if I can help make a difference, even if for a second.