Nothing More Than The Brutal Truth;

I don’t announce about my parents disabilities for you to throw me a pity party, I announce it to show you I can survive in this world. You may think you have it all hard, with whatever “shit” that’s bogging you down, but really, have you seen other people’s problems? 

You go “emo” for no damn reason. You complain about shit that’s not even a big of a deal. You people are fucking ungrateful and dense; I hate that. My mom’s blind, yet she still live her life every day, for 54 years, without ever feeling the need to end her life. She’s a strong, independent, smart woman. She knows herself better than anyone else in this world, she knows what she has to do to live, and why. My dad, he walks on this earth with one eye, due to being in the Vietnam War, he sacrificed an eye. People look, people judge, and hell, they talk. They talk a lot, but he was never brought down. He’s strong, and he stays strong. 

As for me, I’ve been through hell and back. I take care of my mom, I’m her cane wherever she walks. I become her eyes, and gradually each year, I get more skillful in techniques of how to care for her.  I’ve dealt with incest, yeah, I know. I fucking hate that shit, and I fucking hate that it happened. My family became strangers, but I stuck through with it. I might’ve broken down and shit, but I picked myself back up. I’ve had my heart broken and damaged so many times, hell, I don’t even know the definition of the word “heal” anymore. I was used for someone’s need, and then tossed when they were through. I was played by sweet words, and stupid lies, but I didn’t let that put me down forever. I say, “Screw the assholes”, and I do me. 

My point is, life is hard, it’s never really easy. But you’ll get through it, you will be okay. You don’t have to become suicidal, nor do you have to act like it’s the end of the Buddha damn world. Take a breather, and count to 10. Let it out slowly, take composure.

You will be okay in the end.