I’m dying in the inside. I’m screaming for help, but no one hear me. I’m devastated. I feel like I’m all alone in this crazy world. My heart cries out, but no one there to comfort me. All I want is someone to tell me that I’m gonna make it out alive. I’m sitting in this dark tunnel underground. I can see people walking by above me. No one bother to look down whenever i scream for help. I’m praying that someone would hear me and some how get me outta this dark place. A day goes by, still down here. I keep telling myself “don’t you give up, someone will hear you” “A month later I tell myself no one cares, no one would ever look down for me” I’m sitting down here surrounded with rats and all the creepy crawlers. I sweat their eating me alive down here. I hate this feeling of emptiness. I hate this feeling of loneliness. I hate being alone down here. I cry myself to sleep. Then, a pen fall down and hit my head. It woke me up. Then a thought came through my head. Maybe i can just go ahead end my misery right now. Maybe be i can use this pen to end my life. It’s middle of the night. No the street light penetrates the sewer grade. I hear someone walking. I hear foot steps. I gather myself to use my last hope and my last breath to scream really loud. “heeeeeeeeellllllppppppp meeeeeeeeeee” “I’m doooooooooowwwnnnn heeeeerrrreeeeeeee” The foot steps disappears. So is my hope for someone to hear me. Then I hear a man voice coming front above the ground saying “Hey is someone down there?” I feel relieve or a spark of hope “yeeeeesssss” I reply back. He open up the steel grade with a metal hook. He says “don’t worry kid I’m here” He throw down a rope with knots on it. He says “can you climb up?” I grab the rope and climb from one knot to the next. I look up i see a face but i couldn’t who it was. I keep on climbing. I slip down couple of knots. I scream “I’m slipping” “The man says hang on tight. I’m gonna pull you up” He pulls me up and when i almost reach the top he reach out his hand and says “grab my hand, i got you” I can’t who just saved me. I look at the man that just saved me out of the dark pit. It’s my dad. He grab me and put me in his chest. I can feel his heart beats. He say “I miss you, I’ve been looking for you, and then i recognized your voice screaming for help from down below” All i can do just cry. I lost for words. I’m glad i didn’t give up. I’m glad he heard my scream. I’m glad that i took that rope he threw down to save me.
Never give up. Scream louder. You are not alone, you never alone. There is always someone there to save you. You just have to let them help you when they find you.
-fo
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That’s actually…inspirational. Mind you, I don’t know if that happens much in real life, the “finding you” part I mean, but it’s probably good to hope.
Thanks for reading my story- confused. It actually happens a lot in life. We just tend to ignore the hand that reaching out to us. The story is actually based on my personal story. I didn’t just find hope that day. I also purpose for my life. I’m glad i was saved that day and didn’t give up that day. It would’ve been an awful news to my family and friends.
What’s your story? what made you think that the story may not happen much in real life? the “finding you” part.
Fo that happened to me, when I first became depressed I didn’t know what to do…for almost a year I was drowning. Then one day I couldn’t take it anymore, my parents called to say hi and I began to cry. I told them I was so tired and just can’t do it anymore. They had no clue I had been depresses or that anything was ever wrong. Within a week they arranged to have my apt packed home and moved me back home. I recovered and I am very successful 10 yrs later…but my depression has been a constant battle that I am tired of fighting. When I think about all the people who have helped along the way, I feel a great appreciation. Still, living with this mental disorder…sigh..I don’t know if I can anymore.
Lany. I feel your pain girl. One thing I know, you made the right choice that day. You chose to opened up to your parents about your struggles in life. Crying for help doesn’t make you a weak individual. It allows you to see that by doing so you can find more hope in life. We battle life everyday. I know I do. I know that I may not win my every battles, but one thing I keep on telling myself “It is okay to want to give up, but just don’t give up” We wake up in the morning and instantly faces to things (1) Death or life (2) Curse or Blessings (3) Losing or winning. Choose life, blessings and winning. That’s my daily options I face everyday for the past 10 years. One thing that help me to conquer my depression is to find depress people and talk to them and try to give them my best opinion about some of the stuff they’re going through. You can say that it’s part of my personal therapy. Surround yourself with positive people. You can talk to me if you want. I can try my best to give you my best advice. One thing i want you to know though. CONGRATULATION you’ve survived the last 10yrs of your life. You’re doing so much better today than you were then. So give yourself a little pat in the back for that. Thank people that has helped you through you battles. You’re not alone. There is always people in our life that willing to step up to the plate and help others in need.
Coming late here, just came across this post.
Someone threw me the rope too, just when I had started to enjoy the life down there, just when I was sure I will survive down here, that I don’t need anyone, the rope was thrown. I was pulled up, infact, I was pursuaded to climb up to the beautiful world that was waiting for me.
Then I saw the hand and I saw that it was God himself.
Then he smiled at me, I felt relaxed, but he wasn’t smiling, he was laughing at me.
The rope was cut. And I am down here.
Now tell me, what am I supposed to believe in?