I desperately need healing this year. I need something to go well. I need it to work out. I need hope.
Darkness, like grief, a diagnosis, or an uncertain future is disorienting. We reach our arms out blindly hoping to touch something that will ground us.
I once spent the night in my own grave.
Think back to a time when you were afraid of doing something. Did you eventually do it? Who or why not? How has that affected you?
You don’t have to be struggling with your mental health to have days that suck. But that doesn’t mean they all will, that you do or that life does.
The stigma attached to mental health conditions is so pervasive that people who suspect that they might have a mental health condition are unwilling to seek help for fear of what others may think. Experiences of stigma and discrimination is one of their greatest barriers to a satisfying life. Family and friends are also affected by mental health stigma.
The thing about waiting is it feels you are at a standstill while everyone else seems to move forward without you. You are excluded, standing on the banks of the river of time.
Or so it feels.
What if, instead of (winning) streaks, we spoke of spirals? Designed systems that did not stretch into runways, but rather spiralled upwards?
When something doesn’t turn out the way I had hoped, I feel grief: it hurts, it’s scary and it’s terribly disappointing. And it pisses me off.
Okay. Here goes: full disclosure time.