To the teenage girl on the bus,
I have noticed you over the past few days. Catching the 490 bus from the same stop as me. And getting off before me. On your way to school. I have noticed the sadness on your face. The flatness of your mood. I have noticed you didn’t wave out to some girls who I assume were your classmates. And the first thing I noticed were your eyes…they are puffy with dark circles. I don’t know whether it’s because you have been crying a lot or whether it’s due to lack of sleep or both. I know not if you are self-harming like some young people I know do in order to cope. It’s because they don’t know any other way to dull the pain. I don’t know what the cause of your sadness is. Is it your family, I wondered. Or are you being bullied? Or did someone break your heart? Or do you dislike yourself?
I almost wanted to talk to you today. To tell you that there is hope. And to recommend speaking to someone. A therapist. But I’m not someone who speaks to strangers easily. And I could easily be construed as being nosey.
Teenage girl, if you are out there and read this, please speak to someone. Whether it’s your school counsellor or the local adolescent health centre. Or even Kids Helpline. There are people to listen. And there is a way to deal with the sadness and the pain. I wish you all the best.
And I hope I see you smile,
A concerned passenger who has been through crap herself