In middle school I was severely bullied, and never told anyone. I sucked up my tears and anger, and kept my mouth shut. But one day they hit me good and I couldn't cover it up anymore. My umma finally knew what was happening, and when I came home I ran upstair to my room and slammed the door shut. I kept telling myself that crying makes me a fool, and a wimp, not to give them the pleasure of seeing me break down. My umma came in my room and sat next to me, all she did was pull me close and whispered in my ear "이것으로 혼자 가지 마세요(Don't go through this by yourself)" That's all it took, and I started crying and screaming like I never had before. I shouted every swear word i knew at the time, and every hateful thing that came to mind, but my umma never said anything. She just sat there and held me. It's the closest I have ever gotten to my umma.
whenever I'm upset I hate it when people try to make you feel better with words. I'm never listening, and i feel like your preaching me, or i'm in a therapy session, or your trying too hard to make me feel better.