Competent

It’s okay if you’re lying on the bed, not interacting with anyone. It’s okay if you don’t go out with your friends on weekends, because you’re mentally and emotionally tired. It’s okay if all you wanna do is lie on bed all day, eating ice creams and watching your favorite TV shows. It’s okay to not be active on social medias. And it’s okay if you don’t want to give an explanation for it to anyone, you don’t have to. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to have some alone time. 
But it’s not okay to blame yourself for every little thing that went wrong with you or someone else’s life. It’s not okay to think that you’re the reason why everything is so messed up. It’s not okay to think that you don’t deserve happiness. It’s not okay to think that the only reason you’re alive is to cause problems and difficulties. It’s not okay to think that you’re not worth the love of people. 
Honey, you have no idea how much your presence affects other people, in a good way. You have no idea how many times someone smile in a day, just thinking about you. You have no idea how many people decided to stay alive, just because you’re in it. You have no idea how many people loves you but don’t say it. You have no idea that you’re capable of moving mountains and controlling waves. You have no idea what you are. 
And maybe the reason why you have no idea, is because no one tells you this. But I want to be the one to let you know that’s it’s okay to be different. Your heart is still beating for a reason. And the reason is that you are yet to experience miracles. You are yet to know your actual worth in this world. You are yet to love yourself, just like the way you did before. Or maybe much much more than that. 

 -Ananya Gupta
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