When the mind snaps…
It doesn\u2019t always scream.
Sometimes it goes quiet,
too quiet.
Like a storm pretending to rest
while destroying everything inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And when you see someone breaking\u2026
Don\u2019t rush to fix them.
Be still.
Because sometimes,
the holiest thing you can offer
is silence that listens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Don\u2019t say, \u201cCalm down.\u201d
Say, \u201cYou\u2019re safe. I\u2019m here.\u201d
Let your presence become a hand
that steadies their shaking soul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When their words tumble out,
messy and confused,
don\u2019t analyze them.
Just listen.
Because healing doesn\u2019t start
with perfect answers,
it starts with understanding hearts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Take them away from the noise.
Turn off the world for a moment.
Let them breathe.
Let them cry.
Let them feel without fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And if the pain feels bigger than both of you,
call for help.
Not because you\u2019ve failed,
but because saving someone
is never a one-person job.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After the storm, Tell them: And when they finally sleep, If you read this whole piece, just remember this,<\/p>\n\n\n\n There are so many people who are willing to help,<\/p>\n\n\n\n it’s just a matter of reaching out and asking for it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n You need to speak up before it consumes you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThis piece is for every soul who has held another through the dark. Sometimes, healing doesn\u2019t come from answers; it comes from presence. From the quiet company of someone who chooses to stay, even when they don\u2019t understand your pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Actually, it\u2019s in the small gestures: a text that says \u201cI\u2019m here,\u201d<\/em> a hand on the shoulder, a moment of silence shared in love. <\/p>\n\n\n\n To those who carry others through storms, may you also find rest. You can\u2019t pour from an empty cup. <\/p>\n\n\n\n The world needs your light, but it also needs you whole. Take time to breathe, to heal, to refill your heart, because empathy starts with self-compassion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Walking Shadow Poetry – Grow from what\u2019s meant to kill you.<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/v\/1A9MKgsXCm<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n
make them tea.
Sit with them.
Don\u2019t preach.
Just be<\/em>.
Sometimes, presence heals more than prayer.
But if you must pray,
pray with compassion,
not correction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not broken,
you\u2019re human.\u201d
\u201cGod still has a plan,
even for shattered glass.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
breathe.
Because holding someone who\u2019s breaking
is holy work.
It\u2019s love in its rawest form.
And love,
is what brings people back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
May we never forget, empathy saves lives.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n