Yesterday’s post about the emotional and physical aspects of Anxiety as well as a bit of an assessment of the past two weeks wasn’t a call for help. But help I received.
Friends, thank you.
Thank you to those of you who reached out and offered to listen if that’s what I needed. Thank you to those who wrote notes of empathy. And thanks to those who declaratively wrote or told me “Onward” in response to the post’s ending of “Onward?”
“Oh I’m gonna try with a little help from my friends.” (In my head Joe Cocker is singing.)
I know I receive a lot of support. I’m lucky. As I noted in another (fairly recent) post on the same subject:
“One friend prays for me often. While I am an atheist, I accept his prayers and good vibes being sent my way. I’m also grateful that he’s willing to talk to me anytime I need help. Another friend sent me lyrics to a song with a powerful message of hope. (I need to cut and paste those lyrics someplace prominent.) Still another friend chats with me often. When she asks how I am doing, she wants an honest answer … so refreshing. And one more friend meets with me regularly. He doesn’t act put upon when I bring up the painful things that go on in my head.”
And the support I received yesterday as well as that referred to in the paragraph above is just a sliver of the help I can rely on.
But this is also how it should be for everyone. They shouldn’t have to feel guarded in speaking about their illness. They — like me — should have a community of support.
There shouldn’t be a stigma attached to mental illness that keeps so many from even letting friends and loved ones know they’re hurting. And, when someone is hurting, they should be allowed to treat their illness, just as people with other illnesses are.
This is my hope: a community of support for everyone struggling with mental illness. I am Prone to Hope!