first of all.
i want to say.
i have been overwhelmed with comfort by your comments.
i have read every one.
i am still replying to e-mails and personal messages of Facebook.
replied to texts and phone calls.
i am grateful.
all it took was reaching out.
telling my story.
coming out of hibernation.
i hope some of you if not all of you who read my words and suffer from depression were inspired to reach out.
what i know.
we are not alone.
if we seek the help we need.
so many amazing women struggle.
on Sunday i woke feeling down.
so i took some advise a friend gave me.
in stead of sitting in my shit and spreading it.
i spread a little love.
each day i say goodnight to my children via text.
it's a ritual.
no matter where i am i try to connect with them before i go to sleep.
tell them simply, "goodnight. love you."
Sunday i decided to tell the people in my life who have made an impact a simple i love you text.
it took well over an hour.
i simply text i love you.
i went through my phone texting away.
it was a visual way for me to see all of the amazing people in my life.
a great reminder of how grateful i am for them.
the texts came flying back.
my heart was full.
this friend's advise was simply,
tell the people you love " i love you."
it got me up, out of my funk and in return my heart was full of love.
it's sometimes the little things.
again, we never know who is struggling themselves.
i got more than one reply that said "You don't know how much i needed this today."
now that we are on this journey together i hope i can share what is working.
i hope in return you share with me too.
together we can lift, support and from time to time pull each other up out of the shit.
take a small step today.
tell the people you love simply.
"i love you."
the same friend also suggested and said it has worked for her was to do a random act of kindness for someone you love.
love this idea.
when we are thinking of others it's hard to be only thinking of ourselves.
After my brother took his life the people who love my parents surrounded them.
someone dealt with the car.
my parents never had to see it.
a few months after his death their next door neighbor came and cleaned my brother's room.
took all of his clothing and put into boxes.
she did the things that we as a family weren't ready to do.
we were paralyzed.
several months past.
the people who loved us were still surrounding us with love and support.
the shock was gone.
reality of his death had settled.
we were getting back to our lives.
that same next door neighbor came back to my parents.
she had taken my brothers clothing and created the most self-less gift.
my brother Jim was a big man.
6ft tall, broad shoulders, big smile. Huge smile. huge hands that were gnarly from his work. he was a roofer.
anyway, she had taken his shirts, he always wore a flannel shirts.
she created a quilt.
presented it to my parents on the year anniversary of his death.
it was amazing.
a reminder of him.
it was symbolic of the comfort the people who loved us had given.
what a gift.
for years my mother took that quilt around to her many speaking engagements and told the "story" made people aware of depression and the story of serving one another.
depression isn't a secret.
you shouldn't feel shame.
depression is a disease.
if you don't reach out the people you love won't know.
we are pros at hiding it.
it's time to not settle for FINE.
it's time to be GREAT.
if you are lucky enough to not suffer i am sure you know someone in your life that you love that does.
reach out to them.
love each other.
tell the people in your life you love them.
look for ways to serve.
share your good.
you will never know the impact you may have.
thank you for being there.