At the slightest sign of sadness, you're offered a chocolate, a tissue, a hug. And eventually everyone says that "you're going to be okay," and "it gets better." A few pats on the back and a mug of warm tea later, you're expected to smile back and say "you're right, I'm fine now."
What no one tells you is that it's okay to cry. No one says it's okay to admit that your world is crumbling and you just need a minute to let it out. I swear it is, it's always okay to be sad. Don't listen to their clichéd "you're too pretty to cry" or "you're too strong to cry." Look past their temporary comforts and their good intentions.
It is always okay to be sad, there is no shame in shedding tears. Let the feeling in your heart envelop you completely and let yourself sink in your sorrow. Clench your teeth and your fists, and let your lungs siphon oxygen to your veins in between each shuddering breath, scream all that you hate into the gaping void in front of you and let the echoes of your suffering reverberate and echo through the gaping hole in your chest and remember
It's okay to let yourself into that nothingness, so long as you come back. Always come back. Come out of the bathroom, come out from under the sheets. Come out of your self-mandated exile, come into the open and breathe again. Let the sunlight clear the darkness, let the fresh air rejuvenate your lungs.
Remember what it was to be broken and work to be whole again.