Helping Helps

It's Good Friday, my dudes. Fitting, right? Yesterday I was in pain. Today I want to talk about healing.

Triangles are my favourite shape.

Three points where two lines meet.

(I love that line.)

They're the most basic shape in 2D space. In math, they symbolise change. They look like pyramids too.

There's a lot of debate on how the pyramids were built. Some say aliens, others say lizard people. I choose to assume the best—that they were built by humans. Humans working together to achieve something spectacular. A sign of community.

Something so amazing, people today can't believe it was just us. Aliens? Really? Get the fuck outta here maaaaaan. Have faith in your fellow human, my brother in Christ.

Fucking hell.

Anyway—triangles.

I'm going through some shit right now. Bunch of hassle all at once. Classic. I know it's not just me. Everyone's going through shit. All the time.

We all have our crosses to bear. Relationship trouble, work stress, writer's block, broken ankles, car issues, late payments—the list never ends. The universe loves a challenge.

But I love a challenge too. And when the universe sends its bullshit, I find ways to heal.

Healing's a lot like a triangle. Healing is change, after all. And it comes in three points:

you,

me,

and the space between us.

One of my favourite little things in this world is conversation. A chat with a friend, a family member, a co-worker. Hell, even a stranger. It really helps. A good chat is mana for the soul. Doesn't have to be deep. Doesn't have to be long. Just has to be real. No masks. No bullshit.

"Hey. I see you. I see you struggling. Fighting to be better—even if you don't. I respect that. I appreciate you doing what you think is right. Keep at it, homie. Don't let anyone stop you from your destiny. I'm here if you need me."

Yesterday, I spoke to a friend. He was having a rough time—overwhelmed, anxious, lost in his head. Just like me. I didn’t fix him. I didn’t give him advice. I just listened. I was there. And by the end of the call, he said, "Man, I feel better now."

And the wildest part? So did I.

It’s not always about conversation either. Sometimes just being around someone helps. Sitting in silence. Chilling on the couch with a friend. Sipping tea with your mum. A random talk with someone at a bar.

Hell, even being alone can be healing. If you don't feel like people - don't force it. You gotta look out for number one. Sometimes the medicine is isolation. Even when you're alone, you're still part of the triangle. Still holding your corner. If that's the space you need, then more power to you. Distance doesn't break connection - it sometimes protects it.

That’s the part people miss. Helping doesn’t drain you. Helping helps. Not in a saviour complex way. But in a quiet, grounding way. A way that reminds you: we’re all just people, holding each other up, trying to get through the day.

And if you're wondering - like I am - whether you'll ever heal from what you're going through...

You're not alone.

Some things don't heal the way we want. But they do change.

And sometimes change is the start of a new kind of peace.

One hand on the pyramid. One foot in the dirt. Two eyes on each other. That's the foundation. That's where we build from. Not above each other—beside each other. Working together.

Healing is community. Healing is honesty. Healing is change.

And sometimes, healing is just a triangle.

If no one's said it lately-

thank you for being here.

You matter more than you know.

This space?

Wouldn't be the same without you.

Talk soon – matt