It’s Alright To Bleed

When I was a kid, my parents were both very hesitant of the thought of me playing sports. For my mom, her thought process was that if I played any sport that had the threat of contact, there was a 50% chance I’d die during a game. In my dad’s mind, he was okay with me playing sports, however he realized that sports meant there was a fairly good chance I was going to get hurt at some point during the year.

Since I lived with my dad, I got the opportunity to play sports. And of course, since I got the opportunity to play sports, I got hurt. I’ve broken bones, torn ligaments, sprained joints, as well as other injuries I’m sure I’m forgetting. I’ve busted myself open and bled more times in my life than I can count, both on the sports field and off. Pain is rarely a pleasant experience, however it’s fact of life.

Despite the fact that I knew there was a possibility that I might get injured (and considering how brittle I was at times), I had no fear of playing sports. I loved the excitement of competition and wasn’t about to let the thought that I might bring physical harm to myself get in the way of doing something that I enjoy. If anything, I knew that there was a really good chance that I was going to get hurt at some point during the sports season.

Pick a part of the knee. I’ve likely hurt it. Image credit:

I’m not the only person to bleed. If you’re reading these words, you’ve bled too. While that may be a pretty obvious statement in a literal sense, if you think about it in a metaphorical sense, it’s just as clear. Would you stay out of the game just because there’s a chance you’ll get hurt? I wouldn’t. If you’re of the same mindset, why would you avoid an opportunity in life just because the situation could open an emotional wound and make you bleed?

You’re going to get hurt in life. If someone tries to tell you otherwise, that person is cancerous to your humanity and is actually hurting you by trying to fool you into thinking nothing will go wrong. Not everything works out for the best. Sorry. You know what, though? It’s okay.

It’s okay to be sad.

It’s okay to hurt.

It’s okay to not feel like everything is alright.

It’s okay to feel nothing at all.

It’s okay to be who you are…to be in pain…to be afraid…to be remorseful…to hurt like you’ve never hurt before. It’s okay to be all of those things. It’s okay to be human.

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If your hurt makes you feel like you need help, seek that help out. My point here is not to discourage anyone from finding the help that they need when they need it. That said, I will reiterate again that no matter what the overly optimistic in the world say, it’s not a realistic expectation to assume that all will be well. For that matter, if it weren’t for the pain in the world, what would make happiness as wonderful as it is?

Take solace in the fact that you’re not the only one that hurts. No matter what level of pain you’re going through, there’s someone in the world who has gone through a very similar situation to what you have. In the end, we’re all going to die. While it’s not happy, it’s the truth. The least we can do is help each other out in helping one another cope with our pain — to heal the bloody wounds in our emotions — while we do our best to survive along the way.

It’s Alright To Bleed

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11 thoughts on “It’s Alright To Bleed

  1. It’s always been shocking to me how obvious a post like this sounds when you’re happy, and how desperately you need to hear it when you’re not.

    I tend to isolate when I’m hurting. I’ve always done that. Part of it is just my personality, but part of it is feeling like it’s not okay to be in pain–that people are going to judge you or think you’re being dramatic or intrusive if they see it. That’s a really hard thing to balance.

    Thanks for putting this reminder out there. 🙂 Hopefully sad emo teenagers all across the world will find it in their google searches and you’ll inspire the lot of them!

    1. As someone who was once that emo teen/college student, I really wish someone would have told me these things then. If there’s nothing more that I can do beyond giving good advice to those who really need it, I think I’ve done my job.

  2. So true. For probably 10 years (13-23) I was super emotional. Now I feel like my emotions are evening out but I think it’s because I have started accepting more negative feelings than fighting them. I’ve come to appreciate and find some beauty in melancholy.

    1. There really is a beauty in the melancholy, at least in my opinion. Being human isn’t about everything being happy all the time. It’s about the wide range of emotions that can occur every single day that make those moments of true bliss even more special.

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