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."
"God!?"
13 comments:
Great post!!
Scott
a person's a person no matter how small.
this is my favorite dr. seuss book and i know it by heart.
sometime's it's that added little bit of support that gets you through the day.
I just followed a car many, many (ok 5) miles that had the license plate "GRUNT & I" -- clearly, I thought of you.
Scott~ Thanks, I knew you'd appreciate it.
Chica~ That is seriously cool that you know this book by heart. Suess was using this book as a way to warn the world about the atomic bomb, but then it also works on this personal level that is so amazing. One tiny voice turns out to be a microcosm, a whole other world. I have to ask myself if I've been to people's planets before I feel that I truly know them first, because there is so much more going on inside of them than what is displayed--hopefully.
Yeah, isn't that little bit a gas?=D
Kels, you snuck that one in on me. That's cool, I would have loved to have seen that license plate. I would hopefully have been spared the traffic, though.
You thinking of me gives me tingles--tee hee!
When you feel the tingle, it's time for a tinkle! I certainly hope you're potty trained.
V
Awesome post dude!
Those "dark" moments are opportunities for you to find out what kinds of other things lurk in there.
This is one great post, man!
Oppourtunity is often disguised as loss.
Vera~ I am potty trained. I've even got the plaque hanging up on my wall at home.
Christielli~ You are welcome. It is because I have awesome readers that I bring it!
Guggs~ I knew you would get it, not that you are a depressed person, just that you are perceptive and smart as hell.
Sun~ My life is full of masked opportunities. I am starting to enjoy the masquerade, you know?
I agree Great post!
Well said, you.
Now. Where's that "blessing store" at , yo?
Lindzy~ You are welcome.
Karyn~ Down the corner right next to the place where they sell moonbeams and rainbows.
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