Sunglass Fix is a proud sponsor of legendary surfer, Jodie Cooper, who is currently wrapping up a competition in Portugal. Born in Albany, Western Australia, Jodie is a former champion with over 3 decades of competitive surfing under her belt, as well as a stunt double role in the iconic film Point Break. We're honoured to support an amazing athlete and person like Jodie, who inspires us all to keep following our dreams.
i want to actually die not just stop the pain but to stop everything. i have friends at least i think they’re my friends. “ily” “i’m here for you” “you can talk to me” but i can’t. i actually can’t why? bc i hate the feeling of being vulnerable. i hate talking about it. wasting people time. and for what? when there is 90/100 chance i will still kms. why haven’t i yet? i have one reason, and how others feel and how much i’ll be missed is NOT one of them.it’s bad enough my family don’t understand me or care and think i’m fine. but when then people i thought would always be there for me and understand don’t that shit hurts. I hate acting as if everything is okay bc it’s fucking not. tired of holding back tears, saying i’m okay. pretending to be happy. fake laughing. i’m tired of me. i’m tired of living. honestly my one reason is fading away fast. i’ll be dead soon.
being a human is really just a funny thing sometimes - we nudge eachother out of the way to make sure we can stand our timid feet inside the lines, we are desperate to make it look like we belong but we haven’t left any room for anyone else to belong in our circle. we are so busy trying to match and fit and stuff our broken and our mismatched into our pockets we forget to leave any room to be held and and loved and known by eachother .
I wonder if maybe today we could stop doing that - making ourselves less and shoving each other’s yesterday’s out of the way just in an attempt to stand alone, because I think I’m starting to see how lonely it is to be tied neatly in a bow, to keep people at arms length so they can’t see that I am scared and broken and messy and vulnerable. I think I’m done trying to make myself fit into the facade of neat and I’m just going to let myself unravel even if it isn’t graceful. I think I’m going to trade seeming perfection and the presentation of together and allow my achey soul to be seen and known .
maybe we could all start to make a little bit of room for eachother, maybe that’s how we feel less lonely and more like we belong - maybe there’s room for all of us here with our loose strands and our wounded hearts and our messy hair and our eyes still full of hope .
you’re welcome here, no matter how wounded or loud or mismatched, always