Wednesday, 27 June 2018

The Strength of Friendship

The last couple of days have been good for my mental health.  Despite feeling really low recently, I kept pushing through and reached out to a couple of good friends who turned out help me more than I could have imagined.  They say laughter is the best medicine and I laughed so much last night that the strength which had threatened to disappear forever has slowly started to resurface.  


My friends decided to treat me to a meal at one of my favourite restaurants and (under the influence of only one alcoholic beverage) I was able to talk about everything without crying.  My friends, one of whom I don't see nearly as much as I'd like sat with me and listened without judgement.  They shared with me their own stories and advised me from the heart.  Although some of the advice was hard to hear I was more than willing to listen.  


We spoke about all the taboo subjects, religion, sex, death, and mental health, all the things that are usually kept away from the dinner table and at the end of the conversation we sang, we laughed, we sang some more then we prayed.


I'm still not where I want to be, I still have unanswered questions and emotional scaring but I'm on the way and I know that if I ask for help, help will come find me at my place of need.


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