The face of transgender…
The face of depression…
The face of despair…
The face I’m looking at is the same beautiful face I remember as a baby.
The larger than life eyes stare into my sole asking why am I in so much pain?
I wish I had an answer. I wish I had an answer for all the teens who struggle on a day-to-day basis just to figure out who they are. Why they should keep on going when sometimes it seems like it would be so much easier to let go.
I must remember that the faces I’m looking at today are the lucky ones. The ones who are getting help. The ones who had someone to go to when they needed to be heard.
When our teens cry out for help, how many of us have the strength to listen?
How many of us have the courage to take their feelings seriously?
I wish I could do more. Right now, I’m comforted to know he is getting help.