Dreams

Tears. Ever really considered them. Why are we the only species on the planet with the ability to cry? When we experience hurt, jealousy, anger, desperation, loss, grief and sometimes even joy.
This ability has given me something, my dream. Let me explain, my Dad has bi polar disorder, my Grandma has emotional confusion due to a stroke a year ago, and to top it off close friend has recently been diagnosed with depression. I've been exposed to the torment of mental health and the stigma that surrounds it. Especially the unspoken stigma. And it has influenced me greatly. And so understanding is what I strive for.
I WISH TO HELP.
What I've seen and heard is heartbreaking. I would do anything to just fix it. What is fixing it though? I was txting the friend I mentioned above. She was crying and she couldn't figure out why. And me as useless as always had to attempt help. To remind her how amazing she is, how much she means to me, and how she isn't worthless in the least. The opposite in fact. But the awful thing is I can not be sure she truly believes me, and even if she does it never lasts. So friend I shall now directly address you. Please believe me, I will never lie to you. Every message I have ever sent, every note I have scribbled, every word I have spoken to try to make you feel worthy only contains the truth. Please remember this. Please don't let this depression define you, just let it be part of who you are. Accept it with open arms as it is one of many qualities that makes you perfectly imperfect.
Thanks to you I've discovered what I wish to do, who I wish to be, and how I wish to live. Maybe I can live up to the meaning of my name 'Helper/defender of mankind'. This is my dream, to make mankind feel better. Maybe if I can make everyone else smile with their eyes, I can do so also. Maybe I will finally be of use. My intentions maybe entirely selfish but if I can't be selfish here, where can I be?