
đ To the Ones Who Think Youth Have It Easy â And to the Youth Who Know They Donât
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There is a kind of ache you canât see on a report card.
A kind of drowning where the lungs still work.
A kind of silence that screams louder than any voice.
Thatâs the kind of pain our youth are carrying.
And the world keeps telling them itâs not heavy.
Let Me Say This Clearly
You are not weak for feeling broken.
You are brave for surviving.
Thereâs a Myth That Needs to Die
The myth that youth today have it easier.
That theyâre coddled. Oversensitive. Entitled.
That their pain is imagined.
That they should be grateful for growing up in a world with âeverything at their fingertips.â
To anyone who believes that, I ask you this:
Why, then, are they hurting so much?
Why are so many not surviving?
Letâs Speak Truth
Not the kind wrapped in nostalgia or judgmentâ
The real kind.
The kind that sees the blood. The pressure. The ache in the silence.
The kind that isnât afraid to stare suffering in the faceâand not look away.
The Numbers Donât Lie â But They Donât Tell the Whole Story, Either
Across Canada and the United States, youth suicide rates are rising.
Emergency rooms are seeing more self-harm injuries than ever before.
Depression. Anxiety. Panic attacks. Trauma. Identity crises.
Chronic loneliness.
These arenât rare.
These are everyday realities for our youth and young adults.
And noâitâs not just that weâre âtracking it better.â
The data shows real increases.
Real painânot just reported pain.
đ The Statistics That Demand Your Attention
In Canada, suicide is the second leading cause of death among youth ages 15â24.
In the U.S., 1 in 5 high school students seriously considered suicide in 2021.
For LGBTQ+ youth, that number rises to 45%.
Emergency room visits for self-harm among youth have increased by over 30% in the past decade.
41% of teenage girls report feeling âpersistently sad or hopeless.â
In 2023, nearly 1 in 4 youth in both countries reported anxiety or depression severe enough to impact daily life.
These are not just numbers.
They are stories.
They are lives.
They are your kids. Your friends. Your classmates. Your younger self.
But beneath the statistics is something harder to measure:
The sound of a soul giving up.
The texts that go unanswered.
The tear-stained hoodie.
The friend who used to smile and now barely speaks.
The diary no one read in time.
So Whatâs Causing This Pain?
If you ask the youth themselves â and we must â theyâll tell you:
Bullying doesnât stop when the bell rings. It lives in their phones, stalks their DMs.
They feel alone, even in crowded rooms.
They carry trauma â from broken families, from abuse, from silence.
They donât know where they fit â especially if theyâre queer, trans, racialized, or neurodivergent.
Theyâre drowning in pressure. To succeed. To perform. To smile through it all.
Theyâre terrified of the future â climate collapse, school shootings, job insecurity, political chaos.
They canât afford help. Therapy is out of reach. Crisis lines are overwhelmed. Stigma is everywhere.
đŹ What the Youth Themselves Are Saying
âI donât talk about it because I donât want to be a burden.â
â Age 16, Ontario
âEvery day I wake up tired of trying. I wish someone would notice before itâs too late.â
â Age 17, Texas
âItâs not just school. Itâs the pressure to be perfect, to be liked, to be okay all the time. I canât breathe.â
â Age 14, California
âPeople act like weâre soft. But surviving this world takes so much strength.â
â Age 19, Alberta
And still, the world calls them dramatic.
No.
They are not dramatic.
They are in pain.
And too many are dying because no one believed them in time.
Now, Let Me Speak Directly to You â Yes, You
If youâre a young person reading this:
I see you.
I see the nights you didnât think youâd survive.
I see the scars, visible or not.
I see the effort it takes just to wake up and pretend youâre fine.
I see the weight you carry that no one else seems to notice.
Let me be clear:
Your pain is real.
You are not too much.
You are not weak for feeling.
You are not broken beyond repair.
You are not invisible here.
I believe you.
I believe your pain.
I believe your strength.
And I believe your story isnât over yet.
If all you did today was survive â Iâm proud of you.
You are not alone.
You are not a burden.
You are a soul worth protecting.
This world has done a terrible job making you feel like you need to fall apart before anyone pays attention.
But I notice.
And I know youâre trying.
There is nothing wrong with you for not being okay in a world that is still learning how to care.
To the Adults Who Still Donât Understand
Let go of the myths.
Please stop saying âkids today are soft.â
Please stop comparing struggles across generations like itâs a competition.
Please stop pretending likes, followers, pronouns, or anxiety are trivial.
Instead â listen.
Believe them.
Love them fiercely.
And if you donât know how â learn.
Because their lives may depend on it.
The Truth You Deserve to Hear
Dear youth,
You donât have to earn your right to be heard.
You donât have to be perfect to be worthy of love.
You donât have to prove your pain is real â it already is.
And no matter what the world says:
You are not alone.
You matter.
There is still a tomorrow waiting for you.
If you have breath left in your lungs, there is still time for healing.
If youâre reading this, youâve already survived things others couldnât imagine.
And if no one else says it today, I will:
Iâm proud of you.
This Isnât Just a Blog. Itâs a Wake-Up Call.
To every youth barely hanging on â please donât let go.
To every adult reading this â rise up.
To every person who still doubts the seriousness of this crisis â read it again.
Because our youth arenât weak.
They are warriors in a world that keeps wounding them.
And they deserve more than silence.
We Can Do Better â And We Must
This blog isnât the answer.
But it is a beginning.
A beginning of truth-telling.
A beginning of breaking silence.
A beginning of saying to our youth:
Weâre not letting you fall through the cracks anymore.
To the world â wake up.
To the youth â hold on.
To the pain â you will not have the final word.
Lots of love đ
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