You know, sometimes I get so wrapped up in the cares of the world--my little world--that I don't pay attention to people around me. I think we all do this from time to time. In fact, being able to shut down and recover from sensory overload, stress, too many Full House re-runs, really is a necessary part of coping and healing. There is a natural, good side to depression: normal depression. It is your body's way of telling you to cut it out. The best way it can do that is make you feel all crappy--you feel like crap and you go and close off for a bit...hopefully.
Who are you....?
Has it been a week of this? More??? Maybe your body is shouting, screaming, alerting you to danger. You are bouncing horrible thoughts off your mind's brick wall, like some insane handball death match. No one is playing with you. Who is there to be an objective ear?
Who hears you...?
"God," you say, "why is this happening to me right now? You must hate me." Maybe it has nothing to do with God. Maybe you have blessings in store, but you've only got on your robe and you haven't any makeup on, either. It's just too overwhelming a prospect to have to go outside (of yourself) and get to that store stocked with blessings. You need someone to share the load and draw you out, but not only that, to take in and understand what that load is first.
Who is there...
And willing to understand? There is always someone. Someone to take those inside thoughts from you, examine the contents, and then display them in a different light for you to get a better perspective on yourself. You came in feeling like dirt, but came out gold. What sort of ancient way, alchemy, have you been touched by here?
Someone listened. Someone cared. Someone treated you like you were something other than the flavor of the month. Someone like this will always be there, and doesn't care if you've not been made up, or are in a bad mood. Someone puts on their game face and sticks around to keep listening and caring for you. Yeah, I'm listening.
Also, there's that other thing:
"God, I need someone."
"God, I need to be heard."
God: "You know, you could try putting on some lipstick."