Learned Hopelessness

        What do you do when you’re ready to give up, at wits end, can’t make it another day? What do you do when your world seems to be crumbling all around you and it feels like there is nothing to keep you from being crushed beneath its weight? How do you survive another day, an hour, a single minute? How do you scream “I’m in pain!” when a whisper seems to be quite impossible? Who is it that you turn to; is there truly anybody to trust, someone who will simply hold you in silence and just let you be – crying or not, angry or not, struggling to hold onto some sort of hope? To whom can you say “I’m hurting here!”, to whom can you tell pain filled tales when life’s secrets shout STOP! NO! SILENCE!? Will there ever be a moment in life that I feel normal? Will there ever be a part of me that says “YES! I want to be healed and whole.”? What do you do when you’re ready to give up, give in, just end?