I thought I'd explain that I didn't post this to say that I'm near to homelessness because I'm not, Thank God! Things are tight but I have all that I need. I wrote this post after thinking about another blogger who has shown so much strength in spite of both her and her husband losing their jobs, their home and their dog. It just made me think that there has to be ways that we can all help one another. Thanks to all of you for being so sweet. If it ever got to a point where I knew I needed to yell help, I would.
Remember the song, Don't Worry, Be Happy? That's such a cute song but actually, it's not always easy to follow.
I don't say this proudly but honestly -- I'm queen of worry. With the imaginative brain that I have, worry instantly turns into stress and then before long, anxiety.
When 9/11 happened, I was beginning to experience depression and of course, that compounded it into anxiety and major fear. The dreams that I had were often ones that had me waking up in a cold sweat or crying out. Eventually, I began to dread going to sleep because of the nightmares. All of that led to me being afraid of the dark. Seriously, I was 38 years old and afraid of the dark.
One thing I failed to do was to realize that I wasn't alone. At the time, I thought I was the only one suffering from this thing called Stressiety....but I wasn't. There were a whole lot of others that were feeling it too.
I remember being at a women's fellowship and we went around the table to share how everyone was doing and all of the ladies said, "Things are going great!" "Wonderful!" I thought to myself, "I can't share this with them, because they wouldn't understand." That's another thing...just because you're Methodist, Baptist, Catholic, Mormon or whatever your faith is...doesn't mean that it's shameful to admit that you have issues. We all do! It just takes courage to admit it.
Today, is a different day. In the face of people losing their jobs (me being one of them), homes foreclosing, businesses closing, cars being repossessed...I know that I'm not alone. This time, I hope that there will be ways that we all can come together, look for ways to help one another and not deal with the fear and anxiety alone. No more suffering in silence. If there is anything you can do to reach out to someone that is struggling, please do. It may mean that you make an extra meal and bring it over or give them enough money to fill up their gas tank or even an extra box of laundry soap...it goes a long way. If it's you that's experiencing the stressiety...don't be afraid to say, "Help!" There's no shame in using that word. You'd be surprised....help is on its way.
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