I have struggled with depression most of my life, yet I once developed the ability to control my reactions and emotions. I was unflappable, I could accentuate the positive, I could hope and dream and persevere.
Then, over a period of several years, certain events and choices made by other people and also by myself, ever so slowly whittled that ability away. I was broken, and I could find no space to heal. Things that had once given me comfort and hope began instead to cause me pain. I could find no solace.
This was all before Covid. I was already isolated (I started working from home almost two years ago), but the pandemic shifted that isolation into overdrive. I have looked for people to help so I could forget myself, but it seemed that no one wanted my help, that people neither needed nor desired my friendship.
I apologize for this downer of a post, but I am sure that there are many who may also feel this way, or feel similar feelings and have similar thoughts. Everyone is dealing with something, everyone is having their own challenges and disappointments. Many people we know and interact with regularly are fighting battles that we cannot see.
We should seek to have compassion and understanding. We should forgive, let people grow, believe that people can change and improve. Above all, we should be kind, we should always be kind. I find myself at times posting quotes about kindness because that is what I want most of all, for people to give me the friendship and kindness I want so much to give to others.