“You’re Crazy,” They Said. Am I?
Let’s play some games. The game called “Put a Finger Down”
This piece might be triggering for some people. It mentioned some suicidal and self-harming thoughts or expressions, sarcasm, strong and harsh statements.
Honestly, I found it difficult to write this piece since it was really personal and it made me realize that I’m not healed yet from it.
Put a finger down if someone blames you for reacting to something they have done to you.
Put a finger down if someone calls you “crazy b*tch” for speaking up your inconvenience towards something.
Put a finger down if someone tells you that you’re making things up when all you did was try to open up.
Put a finger down if someone says that your dreams are too high, you won’t be able to achieve them.
Put a finger down if you never feel safe talking about yourself to your closest one because the first thing that will come out of their lips is judgment.
Did you put all five fingers down?
People called us crazy for reacting to certain things. Let me help you define what crazy is.
The real crazy is when you blame, judge, mock, invalidate someone just because we are trying to feel or worse when all we did was react to the things that happened to us.
“You’re crazy”
“You’re making it up”
“It’s all in your head. It is not even real”
Well, let me tell you something. It was real. Real enough to make us cry in the middle of the night. Real enough to make us bleed and bruised. It was real enough to make us want to give up on the life that we have.
Just because it was nothing for you, it doesn’t mean that our feelings are invalid. It doesn’t mean that it was nothing for us.
Some of us need to gather our strength, and our guts to speak up. We kept it for days, weeks, months, or years. The reason behind it was we didn’t believe that there was a safe space for us to talk, to express our emotions. And, you prove that point for us.
Since that day, we learned to keep our mouths shut. Our feelings, our emotions didn’t matter. We questioned ourselves, invalidating every wound that we have. No matter how painful it was, It was never there. It was all in our heads
We dealt with it on our own until it was too late. By that time, some of you finally showed empathy.
This is an open letter from us.
Those who you shush-ed,
Those who you judged,
A human with feelings just like you.