Youre strapped to a chair, but in your hands is a ball of light. At this point, its easier to bear the anger and frustration that courses through your veins from being held down on a chair.
Suddenly that light is snatched away from you and instead of just anger, now theres panic and grief. The ball is meters away from you. Even as you reach towards it, theres no way to grab it again. It shines upon nothing, all the darkness around it swallows up the light.
No matter how much you grunt, scream, thrash, sweat, pour, cry, hurt, there seems to be no way of getting out of the restrains to reach the ball. When you turn around you see others also in restraints and they fight and grunt as much as you do, but unlike you, they all manage to get up and reach to the ball and walk away.
You know that if they can reach the ball, so can you. But no matter how hard it is, no matter how hard you fight, theres just no way of reaching the light. So you give up and just sit there. Your shirt soaked in blood sweat and tears. You just sit there, exhausted, looking longingly at the ball. And then someone comes up to you and says “dude, youre not even fighting to get the ball, how on earth do you expect to get it?”
So you look at him with your tired eyes, too exhausted to even defend yourself.
Because there can be no true despair without a bit of hope.
Dont you dare tell us we’re not fighting. Our struggles are inside, not outside. We dont talk about it because its not like your problems of “oh no, wheres my homework?” Dont you dare judge us. Because dont you DARE blame us. Because we fight. All the bloody time. Just because you dont see our internal struggle doesnt mean it doesnt bloody exist!
Let It Go 