When have your problems ever been big enough?

12:28 AM

I don’t usually share my feelings with people. It suffocates you a great deal, yet I still keep away.


Because, in most cases, it’s every man for himself. Most of them will call you up, when there’s a slightly diverse status update or a tweet or some form of feeling unleashed, just to know if you botched things up.

When you approach someone you want to talk to, usually, they devalue your problems(and by problems I do not mean those silly "First World" problems you find people complaining and crying about). That is what I have come to understand of people. “Is that so? This is nothing compared to what I went through.”, “It’s such a small thing. Why do you even have to think about it?”

Hello? Why do I have to think about it?

Because I am clearly hurt.

Because I am not leading your life and I am not born into your circumstances. We are all very different entities and we all have to undergo pain, but your hitches are different from mine and I think you have to accept it.

Unfortunately I will not have the courage to say it out aloud. Because I am in a state of confusion and I am just going to take your word for it. That MY problems aren’t significant enough and there is something wrong with me for thinking about it.

What happens ultimately is that, you shell in. You don’t talk to anyone about your problems, thinking yours is not substantial enough to tell another. You become moody and you become silent. You eventually don’t talk. And you know what the real problem here is? You will never talk about what you feel like to anyone, later onwards, becoming numb to it.

Have you ever thought about how you treat children? When a child, someone entering their teens, tell you about a problem he/she is facing, how have you responded to it as a sibling? You brush them away while typing into your smartphone saying, “You talk like no one else has any problems. Get away now, I have more important work.”

It hurts them. Just because you are not their age, doesn’t mean they aren’t suffering. Infact chances are that you went through something similar in your preteens. You know it well, yet you just want to deliberately ignore it. But why? Because you are not in their circumstance or situation right now, and its just trivial to you.

Dear reader, you cannot weigh your problems. Whether its small or big, I don’t know how to classify them. For me, as far as I am in a mental trauma, I am having a problem.

And that is exactly I want to tell you as well. Stop contemplating about how big or small others’ problems are. You don’t have a right to do that. Even if you do, please reserve your comments to yourself. Nobody wishes to hear what they are undergoing is nothing and they shouldn’t feel anything.

In fact, they do and they are bothered by it that they decided to finally approach you. But if you are being the hypocrite here making their problems redundant, I don’t know what to call you.

Be a shoulder to cry on. If someone chose you to confide in, it means they value you and your words. The moment you choose your words wrong, they may still believe in you, but it will never help them.

There is no bigger comfort than listening. Nobody has the time to listen. They are all hasty enough to jump into conclusions or finishing up your sentences. Don’t be that person. Listen and make them aware that you are there for them.

And if you are someone who has been on the receiving end of all this, I want you to know that, your problems are important too. If you are experiencing pain emotionally or mentally, it does definitely have a value. Treat them as real problems and face them. Don’t brush them aside thinking they aren’t big enough, to finally realize it has grown into something huge you can’t handle. Your problems are significant and that’s why it is called a problem. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

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  1. What an insightful and wonderfully written blog. You have conveyed your point very precisely. I really appreciate your writing talent. Hope to see many more such blogs in future.

  2. Great blog, It's just what I needed. Thank you.

  3. It isn't "that your problems aren't significant enough" it is "Because I am not leading your life and I am not born into your circumstances." If I try to explain that my experience was similar to yours, will you listen? Will you take the advice that I give you, or, will you ignore it and look for someone else to tell you only what you want to hear?
    I am listening, I am not telling you that your problems are not significant. I am telling you that when you get through this, you will look back at this problem and maybe it wasn't as big as you had first thought. But if you don't listen to experience, then it may become much bigger than it should have been. I want to help you, that is why I listen. You must listen also, that is why the problem is small.

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  5. Nice post.
    There is some truth in the previous comment by Anonymous, we all have to learn how to distinguish the useful advice from the simple rejection of our problems as worthwhile. And there are cases that we all make a big deal out of something small.
    But a true friend will give the right advice, even without commenting, just by being there and listening. Sometimes we think that we have to answer, we have to stop the other person from feeling bad or crying, but actually it 's much more helpful if we allow them to go through their emotions, without burying anything, and try to support them in the meantime. :)


  6. No. They are right, I am just selfish, my problems don't matter. I don't have the right to self harm just because some stupid thoughts are floating in my head. I don't have the right to cry just because my family fought a lot and I'm a loner and I moved a couple of times. I don't have the right to even think: "I have the worst life ever". Why? Because I am supposed to be happy. But I still cry at night and I still tear my skin and I still fake smile and I am still not happy. But I feel that all with a sense of guilt. No, there isn't even a problem. I used to wish I had the worst life ever just so nobody could tell me "Kid, your life is easy, stop whining" "Get a life before you cant anymore child" "Lol, thats what you call depression?" "What right do you have to cut, your just some kid who has everything regarding food and education, stop complaining."
    You know I stopped caring. I never told anyone in real life, but they will react just the same as people on line. I can hide it, it doesn't matter if I'm selfish anymore, it doesn't matter if I tell anyone, because soon I will be gone.
    I'll be dead.
    Ya, another thing just some kid saying "Imma commit suicide". Even if you did care, deep inside I know you are thinking I have no problems and I am just overreacting.
    Just kill me before I do it myself. I don't even care if its selfish. I don't care if I hurt my family by it. I can be remembered as that. Maybe I shouldn't be remembered at all.