The Problem with Players (Problem #2)

by Brittainy C. Cherry

People’s hearts didn’t harden by choice. They hardened due to traumatic inflictions of pain caused by others.

I hated days like today. Days when the battle inside me raged fiercer than I’d had the strength to fight. Depression was an uninvited guest to my soul, and it had thrown a shroud over my will, leaving me paralyzed in the sanctuary of my bed.

I was tired. So desperately exhausted.

“Should I be worried about you, Coach?” “No. I’m the strong one, remember? No one worries about the strong one. The strong one worries about everyone else. We take care of others. We don’t get taken care of.”

“Yeah, but baby girl, asking for help doesn’t make you weak. Sometimes asking for help is the strongest thing a person could ever do.”