Not Knowing How To Help
Zaira Abbas
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I’ve been (probably still am) where your friend is. sometimes the most difficult thing to explain to those who are concerned with me is that I know I’m not ok, I know what I have to do to get better, in fact I try hard as I might to get up get out and do what I need, what I have to do, knowing that doing it will make me and everyone around me better.

And yet, like having a bent beam in the transmission mechanism between the engine and wheels; between the will to do, and actually doing, all that built up positive energy is somehow lost and I end up in the same place having achieved little more than waking up again, another day again, here we go again…

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