Stronger than Iron

Stronger than Iron

This post is written from the point of view of someone facing depression and anxiety. We all in some way want to fit into society just because being different is so haunting. 

Dear World,

I know I have been a nuisance to each and everyone of you, I am sorry to have burdened you with my problems when you had your own to deal with. I just couldn't help myself, the walls were caving in on me and the weight of my worries started to take toll on me. Each time I breathe, it scares me to the core, each day in this world is daunting, I just want to give up but the idea of dying in this messed up world sounds petrifying. My neck has scars, lessons that tell me that this isn't what I wanted. Nobody wants to live a melancholy life, but why me? I tried being optimistic but the light made my worries even more prominent. I gave in, I gave it all away, I gave away my sanity to those who needed to suck out my energy. Just because I took a different path doesn't mean I was carefree, I had bigger ambitions, I wanted to fly with the eagles but those below me saw a different picture. Why does it matter how much I make? If money was the problem then I would be richer than your thoughts, my work is my sanctuary and I value it, so stop trying to tell me that I want is impossible. Just because nobody thought of it before does not mean it cannot be achieved. No, I do not regret being iron, even after your remarks I stand tall, with God behind me nothing can stop me. Please, I have been there and done it, so I will not fall in this trap of yours again. If being a girl doesn't stop me from running , then you should not stop me from doing what I feel is right. I chose to be different because I knew myself. So, today, this ends with a person stronger than iron.

Kind Regards,

Someone who doesn't give a shit now.