An Apostrophe

Dear Elusive Help,

When I reached out to you, I was hoping for a compassionate response. However, your unsympathetic answer left me feeling helpless and ignored. I only asked for your assistance because I genuinely believed that you were the best person to aid me. Our proximity made me think this way.

This was the first time I had ever requested extra assistance from you. I was desperate, typing away on my phone with “one eye” working, desperately seeking your help. Unfortunately, your reply to my plea was disappointing, telling me that you couldn’t help me. I felt disheartened by your response. I felt as though there was no one to turn to. I became frustrated and said, “I will find hope.” These words echoed around the walls. They served only to remind me of the strict rules and formalities. I was expected to adhere to these.
These expectations, these rules, felt like shackles that bound me even in the face of dire circumstances. Even in the face of a potentially life-threatening situation, the unwavering demand to follow procedure seemed more important.

Just a day after the incision, I realized something. Despite my condition, I would have to manage the day on my own. I am proud to say that I coped with the situation by myself. I didn’t need any assistance from the people I thought could help. I’m glad that the little souls were understanding and behaved well on that day. I hope I never have to experience such a predicament again. If another person has a medical emergency in the future, I hope people will help immediately. They should offer assistance without hesitation or conditions. If they do, may they find kindness and help genuinely. Let it be offered without the confines of formalities or strict adherence to rules.

I want to state clearly that my recount of this experience remains unchanged. It is now a closed chapter for me. I have come to terms with the fact that I did not receive help on that day. I have moved on from this incident. If the matter is to be revisited in any way, I would not restrain my anger. I will let it flow and consume the heartless. I will make a void; I will evoke darkness; I will revile bold, unflinching and unapologetic.

Yours truly,
Debilitated and Despair