In My Formal Opinion: When Trauma is Blinding

Those who aren’t, envy those who are able to pull themselves back together. However, those who can are offended by such praise as it seems that the envious are apathetic to the level of agony, that matches the summoning of strength one has gathered to accomplish such a displeasurable task… All alone.

And so since being weak is the easy part in battle, one might pity the weak in response to the sight of their wallowing. Although it is compassion that we seek, it is compassion that we lack. I can’t offer you drug money, and I can’t fix your problems. What I can do is, pour you a glass and you can garnish it with your tears. I can add some cheech to the this bong so you can take deep breaths and let go of your fears. I have two ears, two shoulders, a perspective, and my company to keep with you.

Because the truth of the matter is that, those who have to pull themselves back together on their own, envy those that don’t. How does one do it, how does one accept defeat and ask for help? How does one lay their pride at another’s feet for all to feed?

It is said that, humility can be humbling.

I wonder further, “is it a game of chance or is it plainly that, one was luckier than the other to have someone to bare their soul to?”

There is power in vulnerability and dare I say, liberation? If being weak is supposed to be the easy part then, regarding others and their inability to allow themselves to be helped, it must be circumstantial; from a moment of invalidating rejection, from the past. Childhood. Trauma.