Making Life Magical

So remember two post ago I asked you to do something crazy and I said I was. Guess what! I did. I talked to my crush for over an hour! 🙂 Anyway, it led me to this next post. Most of the posts so far have all been about you, which is great, because hopefully it has helped you realise that when you feel as dark inside as your world outside, maybe even more so, you realise, there’s still flickers of light in you that haven’t gone out, or maybe you have new ones burning. But this time, I want you to focus on someone other than yourself. I want you to make someone else feel better with your words. Maybe you ain’t much of a talker like me, then message them. Say a compliment, maybe tell them something you appreciate about them, maybe tell them you think they’re cool or something. But I don’t want you to choose someone you’d normally say it to. I want you to pick someone you’ve admired but maybe haven’t really told them you do. You may think my idea is stupid. But you know what? You might just make their day. And if you’re wondering what about me? What about all the stuff I’m feeling and going through? This will improve your happiness. Trust me. When you make others feel good, it makes you feel really good. There’s something magical about letting someone know there’s someone out there who admires them. And you know what, you can be in charge of passing out that magic. I think one of the reasons the world is so dark is because there’s not enough people building each other up and not enough people realising how loved they are, because not enough people are telling them. So tell people. Sprinkle love around like fairy dust, because it’s the thing that makes life magical!

My Heart is Heavy

I can see the blade glinting as you draw it near, feel your hands shaking as you lift the pills closer to your lips, taste the air you’re choking on as you tighten the rope around your neck, feel the cool metal as you press the gun to your temple, hear the whistling wind as you balance precariously on the edge of the bridge. This is it. This is it. This is it. And then, you’re gone. And do you know how much it breaks my heart? I’m crying as I write this. But you can’t see the tears spilling down my cheeks. I wish you could. I wish you could see how loved you are, by the strange girl who’s writing this. My heart feels so heavy, burdened by the weight of all your pain. Why does it hurt so much? It is breaking my heart, but yet with every crack a bit of love leaks out and I hope that it reaches wherever you are, wraps itself around you like a warm hug and gently whispers in your ear: “This is not the end.”