Last week, I posted an excerpt from my book, Breathing Again, that talked about some of the reactions I have had to the rampant negativity that seems to permeate today’s society. Wow! I think I must have hit a nerve. The many responses to that post surprised me. Most of them agreed with me, but even more beautiful was the outpouring of love and support I received.
Now, I have to confess that I wrote that piece quite a while back, but it is as pertinent today as it was when I first wrote it. We do live in a stressful time. Anger, isolation, and even hatred seem to have become the new normal, none of it healthy for someone in the depths of grief. But in talking about it, I discovered something magical that we all too often lose sight of. I am not alone. None of us are.
When all the crap out there starts to get to you, when you feel most alone, remember there are others out there who are dealing with the same things. When you weep, know there are others who are weeping as well. And there are others who have found a way out of that well of despair and hopelessness. You are not alone.
Sometimes all it takes to find help is to just open the door the slightest crack. Whether you are grieving the loss of a love or struggling to overcome the stress of living in this world of ours, others who have been where you are now are waiting just outside to lend a hand, a sympathetic shoulder, or simply a non-judgmental ear to give you space to release what you have been holding inside. No two people will have the identical experience with loss or the identical reaction to life. Those experiences are as individual as snowflakes, but grief is grief and stress is stress. And whether you are reaching out for help, or back to help another, it helps to know you are not alone.