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The project aims at looking beyond the smiles of the next person, to see what’s really beneath, what’s really going on? How people really need help and won’t bother saying anything about it but would rather cover it up with a façade of strength, with a smile.
It’s time to look beneath the smile and lend a helping hand. People are going through real things, these are their stories.
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Today’s story was sent in by one of our readers @Siji_B
This is his story.
The ‘Beneath the Smile’ Project.
My name is Siji.
And my state of mind is blurry. This is not an expression of any particular screwed up experience. It is the coming together of many screwed up experiences.
I make so many errors and I have stopped making plans; or executing them (not sure). I experience regular memory loss – that scares me a lot. I’m slowly losing it. Like my faith. Sometimes I think I never had faith, other times I just think God is punishing me. I have abused my privileges and pride has eaten me up. There is a scripture verse that I can’t get out of my head. “Do not frustrate the grace of God on your life”. I might have done that, because I think that if it is true, then God is frustrated with me.
Last night, I couldn’t sleep so I did what a ‘normal’ kid would do. I popped 2 pills of ‘Kalms’ and entered a really deep sleep. I shouldn’t be abusing prescription drugs but I do it anyway. Sometimes I wonder how and why I have friends. I am so mean to most of them, I have gotten even meaner and I am no longer subtle about it. I no longer care about most people and things. I am losing my fears every day. My only fear is to completely lose fear and die of something that I should have been scared of.
When I was younger (due to the way we moved), I decided not to be friendly and not care about people. It was a struggle at first but now, I have gotten really good at it. I have totally stopped caring.
I had to get this out.
My name is Siji.
These are my thoughts.
What are yours?
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