Butterfly
by Camron Monteiro
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The bed was as solid as rock and the medicine the nurse gave tasted sour and stale. The scent of the air smelt like sanitizer and my left eye was still throbbing.
“How are you feeling baby,” Mom asked.
My arms were shaking and the left side of my face felt numb. All I could think about was last night. Loud echoing came from the halls. The blanket over me felt as thin as paper and covered me like a cocoon.
“I wish I had died last night,” I thought to myself as I laid my head back down.
Mom shifted her head as she saw tear drops streamed down my face.
She looked at me with sorrowful eyes and regret in her heart.
Single stories of people who are depressed damage us like kids who get kidnapped and are never found.
Why is he always sad? What happened to him? Can he just be normal?
Some keep their head down in embarrassment as others words hit them like shattered glass. We get hugged from those near if they think it would cure our illness. “But it doesn't.”
The raindrops drip slowly down the subdued window.
“Maybe I'll never be happy,” some say to themselves.
Imagine if you were trapped in a room growing up and there was only one window. Only one window to see the outside world! That window that you see out of is the only thing you know about the world. Now imagine your brain if you never got out of that room. That is what single stories do to our brains, it only lets us see out that one window. What that window is doing is keeping our brains limited through a fixed mindset.
But imagine if you got out that room and your vision of the world wasn’t only through one window.
Imagine not seeing that same subdued house next door, but instead the landscape, cities, and people in the world.
Imagine your brain changing and growing as you explore this world you never got to see, this is what growth mindset can do to our brains.
She looked at me with sorrowful eyes and regret in her heart.
”People are here to see you,” Mom said silently.
Footsteps approached the wooden door as I saw familiar faces arrive in my room. Tears of pity and shame flowed down their faces as they see my beaten eye. “How could life be so dreadful and despairing,” I thought to myself.
Single stories make it that depressed people like me never have a chance to bloom. Like a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly.
Single stories of us people keep us sorrowful and miserable instead becoming joyful. Now instead of letting someone be depressed, be there for them. Comfort them and let them know you are by their side through everything.
Once you do that, you'll start seeing them bloom into that butterfly they were always supposed to be.
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