Not Always What It Seems
Met a girl once who was very snobbish and rude, never regarded anyone she considered a stranger behaved as though she was thoroughly spoilt and entitled. She was a girl who hardly returned any pleasantries, never smiled with strangers and would dismiss any advances without courtesy.
But I got to know her and found that she had attempted suicide multiple times because of depressive bouts brought on by multiple incidences of physical, verbal, sexual and emotional abuse by close relatives from when she was less than 10 years old.
And then it all made sense.
She isn’t rude, she’s avoiding contact; she’s avoiding pain; she’s cringing at touching or getting close to anyone.
Beneath it all, she’s just a little girl, re-living years of anguish and betrayal, lonely, scared and in disgust of everyone who hurt her and everyone who didn’t help her…including you!
We judged her daily, and unwittingly, drove her deeper into her anguish.
We mocked her and made her all her pain of yesterday a reality today.
Through her eyes, we are monsters and we prove her point that we aren’t worth interacting with nor living among.
Met a girl once and I saw me through her eyes.
It changed me.
Met a girl once and I wish I reached out yesterday before I got the invite to her funeral.
Be kind today. It cost nothing