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How many times have you sat back and asked yourself, why me? Why am I going through this? What is the point of this “experience?” What am I supposed to learn here?

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve asked myself the same questions.

I hear so many people ask themselves why they’re going through what they’re going through, constantly trying to give meaning to the world because there’s no way life could possibly be so cruel. We can’t imagine a life so vindictive without a purpose behind it and so we tell ourselves that it’s to make us stronger or we look for the lesson this pain is meant to teach us.

The truth is – sometimes there isn’t one.

Sometimes our story just isn’t meant for us – sometimes it’s for other people. Sometimes we get so wrapped up in our own stories, trying to decipher what they must mean, giving justification to every negative feeling and notion that derives from it, that we fall under the misconception that we’re the only ones suffering and refuse to believe there is no reason for it.

But, there is. And, let me tell you, it’s a lot less complex than you think.

We often forget that others need to know they’re not alone, especially when we feel so alone ourselves. We constantly seek encouragement amidst our pain but forget that we need to be the encouragement in each other’s lives that we’re so desperately looking for. We need proof that life can continue despite the maliciousness it tends to bring but forget that we are the proof for others that it does.

Our story isn’t for us, it’s for others like us who need to see that life moves forward. There’s no reason for our bad experiences other than to show others that it can be overcome. To show others that their family, their friends, have been there and gone through it too. To show them, hey, you’re not the only one who’s done that or felt that way, I’ve done it too. Because, who knows, maybe they feel like they can’t get through it. Maybe they feel like they can’t continue. And that’s never something we should turn a blind eye to.

When we made this blog, we wanted people who suffer from mental illness, who see the world a little more harshly than others, to know they are not the only ones out there who think life sucks. We may have been a little negligent with posting lately because life seemed to get in the way, however, I was reminded recently that despite what we are going through, we need to support others who are going through the same thing. We may be the only encouragement another person will find. There’s no blanket-relatable story that is applicable to every life; each story is unique. And that is why we need to stop holding back, thinking that someone else will help him or someone else will talk to her. Stop seeking purpose in our own story, but rather share our experiences and be the encouragement that we needed when we felt we couldn’t continue.