The bravest woman I saw was the one who wiped her tears away just to hold someone who came to her crying and asking for help, I looked at her and I kept looking at her and everything changed since then, I realized maybe being brave is not just trying to be kind to yourself, it is also being kind to others, maybe choosing to hold someone who is falling while you have already felled is also choosing to be brave, maybe some pains don’t need to be taken care of they just disappear when you take care of someone else’s pain, how magical is this? how beautiful it is to be someone’s sailing boat when all they find is a reason to sit by the shore.
I remember her, I remember how she took care of everyone who came to her without being taken care of, how she healed them without expecting them to heal her too, and how she let others feel safe and protected around her even if no one made her feel the same, I know her, she is the kind of girl who smiles when it hurts, she is the kind of girl who continues, she is the kind of her who choose to be for herself without expecting someone to be there for her, she is the kind of girl who knows how it feels to be alone so she doesn’t let others feel alone, she is a healer not because she is healed but because she is healing, because she is letting others heal too
VAISHNAVI DHAMODHARAN
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