It robs me of my passion, absconds with my happiness, and snatches my vitality.
Loneliness is an opportunity to look inside and ask ourselves what we need. Connection? Belonging? To feel seen?
Do not worry about trying to understand. If you don’t understand, that is okay. It is not completely crucial that you understand how they’re feeling – but it is completely crucial that you remind them that they’re not alone.
Tell them that anxiety is so complex, so powerful, so all-consuming, and so varied that it looks different and feels different in every single brain and body where it sets up camp.
If you find yourself unable to sleep because your heart is thumping, your brain won’t shut off, all you can think of is the negative, your whole body feels like it’s one giant ball of unhappiness, find an audio book, a soft soothing one to listen to.
The words that are left turn to tears and escape through my eyes. My body continues to host this sadness until all the words have turned into wept tears and I breathe again.
Do everything you possibly can as a human to make other people’s lives easier, but please do not do this at cost to yourself or your mental health, no matter what anyone says.
What if you just accepted, for this moment, that you do not have to be perfect?
I want us to actually get to a point where mental illness in the Black community isn’t a shock or a surprise to anyone at all. I want us to get to a point where it is simply viewed an overall health issue.
The way you feel about people and situations will shift, and that’s OK.