A Letter From Depression

Read “A Letter to Depression” Here

Dear Paige,

It’s good to hear from you, and I’m glad you’re doing well and trying to help others. That’s always what I’m trying to do…

You are correct. I am always there. Most, if not all people, know me in some form or fashion at some point in their life. I feel good that some people want to hang out with me for so long, but I don’t always understand why. I may appear in a time of need, but after a while, I don’t choose to be with them, they choose to be with me.

Maybe it’s because I’m pretty reliable, I’m there more consistently than people. I’m better at reminding and remembering things you’d rather forget. People don’t show up or ask questions. People don’t ask about me or talk about me. People ignore me, deny me, tell me to go away, which never works. So, I stick around as long as necessary.

Sometimes I’m there to remind people of something that they forgot. People would rather be with me than the memory, whatever it is. It doesn’t matter to me what happened. I don’t judge. I don’t bring shame. I’m just something to focus on instead, and that’s cool with me.

But what makes me back off? That’s a good question. I mean, I know when I’m needed, and when I “go away” it’s more like melting. Or I’m like a force field that is no longer necessary. Most of the time, it does take some amount of time.

I feel like people want me to go away as quick as possible, they HATE me, which only makes me closer. If I wasn’t there, then people would never be able to be real. To deny me is to deny your realness and reality, and that’s why I can be so strong. Until that realness and reality is owned with other humans, I’m like slime or stuck like a barnacle. Imagine, people just walking around covered in slime, unable to talk or connect with one another… Or worse, a person yelling at a slimed person to get the slime off. “What? I can’t hear you.”

Hurricanes hit. Parents die. People hurt other people. Accidents happen.

And I’m there to help.

At least until you get a good hug. Or your pain is recognized by another. Or you tell your story. Or if you have a good cry, maybe even with another human. Of you have deep reflection. Or you’re caught in intense prayer. Or you figure something out. Or you forgive. Or there is gratitude. Or there is mercy.

I keep you safe and known until you’re ready for some of the above.

Hope this helps.

Depression

 

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Jaded Millennial Doesn’t Buy Local Anymore

I love local stuff. But it is expensive and often over indulgent. For example: Coffee. I love it so much. It’s how you know that a place is being gentrified and thrives on an upper middle class economy. Just look for the fancy beer bars and coffee. People tout this local stuff and everyone who is a millennial and can afford it, buys it. Continue reading “Jaded Millennial Doesn’t Buy Local Anymore”

Prayer for Work

Just Be God’s: A Call to Continuing Conversion is a series of blog posts. You might want to start reading it from the beginning: Here.

September

Prayer

God, this is probably going to be a selfish prayer. I guess that’s my usual prayer. Nine times out of ten it seems is just, “Help me.” I don’t know what I’m doing sitting here, in my cube, surrounded by technology, millions of people available to talk to, and innumerable amounts of information. I don’t know where I’m going either. I just need your help.

I need to know and feel that where I am is where I’m supposed to be, and if it’s not that I know that too. I need your peace. I need your direction and guidance especially when I’m not paying attention. I need your willingness to be.

Creator God,

thank you for providing us

with the gift to share our talents.

Provide our community, our nation, our world

the fortitude to provide work for all

which is decent and fair.

Make us faithful stewards

of your creation

to enhance the human dignity

of our global family.

We ask this in the name of Jesus,

who lives and reigns

with you and the Holy Spirit

now and forever.

Amen

Yes.

(From Being Neighbor: The Catechism and Social Justice, USCCB, April 1998)

Spread the love: Making 9/11 a Day of Forgiveness

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Reposted from BetterLifeHealing.com. Spread the Love.

Today is Patriot Day, a day of remembrance for the attacks of 9/11.  This happened 12 years ago, but with the Syrian conflict looming in the background TV news of our supper tables, it’s as close to home as ever.  Continue reading “Spread the love: Making 9/11 a Day of Forgiveness”