the people who save us the most are usually the ones who need saving, too…🌷🤍

[0:00]On the day of your funeral, there will be sun. And your father will curse at the sky because how could there be light on a day so full of dread? Your sister will sit in her car afraid of what the world might be like when she steps into it. Afraid your absence won't be brief, but be forever. Your brother will show up with an unopened six-pack of Coors Light, but the smell of his breath is telling that he's been drinking all night. On the day of your funeral, people will wait by the door, lines forming around the building. They will fill the streets with questions. What more they could have done, how this could have been prevented, how they didn't know? They will blame each other, blame themselves and wish it had been them. Someone will ask where to put their coat. Someone will laugh by accident and hate themselves for it. Your favorite song will play in someone's head and they'll think, I should have sent that text. Your mother will grab your hand like it might still be warm. And she'll stand in doorways too long, waiting for a version of you that will never come back through them. On the day of your funeral, your best friend will stand at the front of the room, hands shaking so badly the paper will crinkle louder than their voice. They'll clear their throat, apologize, say they didn't plan this, say they don't know how to talk about you in the past tense. They'll tell everyone about the kind of person you were. How you remembered birthdays. How you stayed on the phone late. How you made space for people even when you were running out of it yourself. Then their voice will break and they'll confess something no one else knew. That there was a time they didn't wanna be here anymore. That they were tired, just like you. And that you saved them. And you didn't even know it. It was a joke, a simple reply, or just staying on the phone for a few extra minutes when things were dark. But you saved them. You were the reason they are still here to read your eulogy. They'll say you never knew it. You never knew the nights you talked them down from the edge. Never knew that someone stayed alive because you existed. On the day of your funeral, it will finally be clear how much impact you had. How many people are standing because you once stood for them. And the tragedy won't be that you were invisible. It will be that you couldn't see yourself the way everyone else did. Because if you had stayed, there were so many moments left that needed you. So many people you would have saved without even trying. And standing there, surrounded by all that love, it will be obvious you were never too much, never a burden, never truly alone. You were Already changing the world just by being in it. And that's the thing so many of us don't realize. The people who save us the most are usually the ones who need saving, too.