Why be another online voice?

Not every day, but every few days I wonder why I blog.
Most of what I say other people know, most of what I say is said elsewhere (probably more coherently).

But then I hear of situations like this:

Felicity was speaking with a small group of women, women she’d been chatting with for a few months.

In conversation she said
” I was just so depressed, it’s got to get better than this.”
Cue pause.
Cue long pause.
Then they changed the subject.
Poor Felicity!

Here are three things you could have said:
1. Yes, it’s hard to see out of the deep.
2.Do you want to talk about it?
3. What support do you have?

Three reasons you might be silent.
1. You have no experience and no idea what to say.
2. You worry about being lumped with a large emotional burden.
3. You are also in the deep and have no capacity.

Three reasons to speak to Felicity.
1. The moment of being heard is incredibly valuable to Felicity.
2. You could spark the next steps for her to receive encouragement and support (you don’t need to be this encouragement and support).
3. You will/have felt this way, being able to mention the struggle in conversation is beneficial for the whole group.

So I’ll keep writing.
Because we are all still learning how to love people deeply.
What to do or say.
Where to put the boundaries.
When to care for ourselves.

Life Event: Mum with Chronic Illness

Parenting is a hard gig. What about when your health shakes, rattles and rolls out of control?

Meet Agnes

My favourite book or tv show I enjoyed in Primary school
I cannot remember a favourite book in Primary school as parts of my life are a bit of a blur. My illness has caused a lot of memory loss for me-which saddens me.

Overview of life’s events
Things started to unravel in my life when at high school. Stress, lack of sleep, school pressures, mistreatment at home and depression overwhelmed me. I desperately wanted to scream but was unable to. I struggled through high school but had a major breakdown while at university due to family conflict. I had numerous stays in the psych ward. I was given a poor prognosis. Over the years stays in the psych ward have significantly lessened due to medication, love and support from husband and my boys, friends and mental health physicians.

What is it like?
Days of not being able to tell what is real and unreal. Being overwhelmed and preoccupied with tormenting voices and visions. Being scared of people. Wanting to die to stop the torment. Overwhelming depression.

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