I have a group of friends (around the world) who are willingly put up with me, when I think my life is falling apart. They’ve been on the path I’m at, gone through the pain I’m feeling, if not, they try to understand because they care about me. I’m mostly whining with complaints, (sometimes) with so many different kind of fluid comes out from my face, but they still call me a friend. It’s one of my few fortunes that I got to meet these intelligent, generous, and caring people in different phase of my life. They’ve seen me in the bottom of the pit, up high with super confidence, and when jumping up and down to figure out my life.
I call for help, mostly because I need someone to talk to. Ranting, mostly. They listen, and give me advices from the heart. Funny thing is, that I don’t necessarily believe them at the moment. Human mind works strangely, and stupidly, most of times, especially if you are in pain. Everyone has a potential to be a drama queen (in my opinion), and I certainly do. When my world is crumbling down like a breadcrumb, all I can see is a dark tunnel without any exit. Sort of like the Mystery Department from the 5th book of Harry Potter series. I see the doorknob, but can’t open it.
When I’m having the darkest moment, I’d hear:
“It will pass, I promise.”
But I think, ‘really?’ I can’t seem to think that this amount of pain would go away in anytime soon.
But you know what? They were right. It will pass.
Thank God, people are forgetful by nature. The pain and struggle might exist day to day for a very long time, but the sharp edge gets rounder. It’s possible to function like a normal human being, after the wallowing period with continuous starving, stuffing yourself with fast food, staying up, crying, and marathonning TV series you already watched. What, you don’t do these? Please. Be honest here.
You can only get out of the pit after hit the bottom. You need to fail to success: it is another giant cliché, but it is proven right from my personal experience. Everyone needs a good cry, wallowing, and some junk food. It is like a free falling. It’s impossible to bounce back if you are falling from the sky. Once you hit the ground (not literally), finally your body simultaneously exerts a force equal in magnitude and opposite in direction to that free fall. Science.
It’s okay to fail. It’s okay to stuff yourself with junk food that you try hard to avoid. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to feel lonely. It’s okay to feel like you are never going to be happy.
But it’s not okay to let it define you.
Try hard to think about all the great things happened in your life, no matter how that feels foreign to you in the situation. The great people you have, the goals you’ve achieved in the past, amazing places you’ve been, and happy moments you had; those are important foundation to get out of the pit.
It’s hard, I know. Seven hours of night seems like forever, doesn’t it? But trust me, it doesn’t. The Sun will come up eventually. I’ve been there. I’m still there.
For those of you who are going through ‘something’ and thinking that you will never be happy again; I will give you the best advice I’ve got many times from my good friends.
It will pass, I promise.