I found this the other day and can relate. I know someone else can too…..
Sometimes it breaks my heart that we can’t be vulnerable or transparent with each other and, in turn, be understood and accepted. Someone to offer a shoulder to lean on and an ear to listen sincerely. It would really be nice if we can slowly be our authentic selves with others.
Some are blessed with a spouse, friend, or family, but others struggle deeply and suffer silently with things they would like to share.
We all hurt, suffer from or struggle with something or has in the past. There’s no shame in being or knowing someone who has a mental illness.
We shy away from opening up due to being judged, criticized, or being offered unsolicited advice- yeah, sometimes we just want to vent. We know what to do or how to go about making adjustments, we just need the comfort of another in the form of a listening ear, a hug, cry with us if you feel like as we share with you.
But the truth is that most are quick to start a scandal and share our personal business, laugh at our struggles, diagnose us then wonder why people are not being open but choose to be secretive.
Love, we are each other’s safe haven, sisters/brother’s keeper. We can be more emphatic, accepting of, and sensitive to another person’s struggle.
Mental illness (depression and anxiety in all forms) is real and can be healed. Pray for someone, listen to them, comfort them, be patient and gentle in approach. Be kind with your words…. They won’t always be that way.
Gal 6:2 says to bear one another’s burdens.
1 Tim 2:1 says to pray for ALL people, ask God to help them. Intercede on their behalf and be thankful for them.
We can experience love and connection so rare and powerful for/ with each other in a mind-blowing way😊 if only we are open.