The fog rolled in, thicker and thicker. It’s invisible weight becoming like a ship’s anchor. The sounds of life muffled by the wall of white on all four sides and closing in. No colour and no context.
Today’s weather does tie in with Bell mental health day. Depression is kind of like the fog; isolating and insulating and overwhelming. Contrary to what seems to be the gist on social media it’s not just women that suffer. It affects men and women, teens to seniors. It knows no boundaries; rich or poor, successful or homeless. It’s a crisis in our modern society that is more epidemic than the opioid one we hear about weekly. We have “one day” to talk about it and then it gets shelved again for another year.
But it’s an every day presence for many. It doesn’t go away. There is no normal like on a dryer and it can control all aspects of life. It can lead to suicide. It can lead to medications. It can lead to controlling every aspect of life. It can make life hell.
None of us knows what’s someone else is coping with. Choose kindness. Choose to be the shoulder they might need. Choose to suspend judgment. Choose supporting them. Sometimes our actions, even though they seem small to us,can be the world to them that day. A text, a phone call, an email. An in person hug.
I’ve sat beside a friend who was at the bottom of her world. The fog was so thick. My touch was like fire on her arm. My voice was the small thread that held her tethered to this world. I’m thankful that she could hear me. That some how in that darkness my words reached in and gave her that hug.
If the fog surrounds your life please ask for help.
I was trying to link to one of my most read blogs but the name of it has escaped my search capabilities on my phone — half an hour on the home computer to find Broken. It’s a very old post and I don’t think that I used the categories and tags as well back then as I do now so it does indeed make it hard to find stuff with almost a 1000 posts in 5+ years. B