Traumatic Testing

Trauma It is something not a lot of people can empathize with. It is as if it was the victim's fault for turning out like this. The victims' fault for letting their fragile hearts get shattered into a million pieces, unsure of which one to follow. Their fault their soul was cracked like the screen protector on their phones. Their fault their mental health is gasping for a breath of fresh air, turning purple by the second, drowning in their own self-despair. Drowning in the love they wish to receive but “who could love broken me” is always thought of because love is something only seen in dreams to broken beings. Love is a foreign concept, only seen in rom-coms that are idolized. Teaching us to never settle for less but, then trauma grabs our necks and chokes us till we’re gasping and grasping at anything we can get. Settling for anything in fear of what will happen if we wish, because hopes and dreams are only seen being achieved on TV. So our traumatic testing starts. Searching for events that leave you scarred… Check! Trust issues and broken heart… Check! Never being able to know your worth… Check! But the problem with this constant traumatic testing is that it keeps us guessing. Why do we need the lesson on how to live when the world won’t change, even if we are locked in a cage of a jest that complicates the next lest we betray the best? But let me guess. You think trauma is fake. “You are a teen, what do you have to be anxious about? All you have to deal with is school. Just wait until you're in the real world” They say this to belittle our struggles when they monopolize on our failures and betray our self-worth.