Good morning people,
I hope you all had a good weekend? Sunday was relentless with rain here in the East, I thought at one point maybe it’s time to think about building an ark lol… It’s still raining!!
I spent my Sunday ironing ☹️ I don’t particularly like ironing but needs must… I had my Spotify play list blearing out in the background of my hissing iron and my mind just drifted off with every song that played. I found myself visiting places that I thought I had buried forever. These memories came from no where, they came flooding back crashing through my barriers and leaving me consumed with emotion and a steady flow of tears… All in all not what I wanted or had planned for my Sunday. I had to give myself a good talking to but then it got me thinking about all the people who suffer in silence. You would never know their pain because people build walls against personal pain and over time become masters of disguise.
I have a personal facebook page and many years ago I would be on there daily just checking to see what was happening with friends etc. I hardly every go on it anymore because of all the “BS” that people post. A few months ago, I noticed that many people were posting things about mental health and saying “just reach out, I’m hear for you” etc etc… More “BS” from people who like the sound of trying to be nice. How do I know this?, you may ask. In a nutshell, I have been one of those people who needed a shoulder and a caring word and if you’re not part of the click / clan or your face doesn’t fit, you soon find out that it’s all talk. These people are false and there isn’t anybody to hear you or give you that shoulder you so desperately need for a moment. Most of the time the people who are struggling just need to off load for an hour or two, it can be just enough to keep them going.
I just wanted to write this post to show people they are not alone and to make others think before they post on platforms like Facebook, offers of hope and help to others that won’t materialise.
I’m one of the lucky ones, I have managed through my demons and crisis and i’m still here to tell my tale. I just wonder how many people have been let down by offers of help…
If for any reason you feel that life is getting too tough and your scared when juggling all your balls of life that you might just drop a few – call me
I am not your best friend, i’m not family, i’m not a mental health councillor and don’t proclaim to be anything other than a listening ear. I am an honest, caring lady who will not judge you and has been to hell and back with her own life. Talking to a stranger is sometimes all you need.
I am truly happy to offer a listening ear when you need one.
Take care of you and yours,
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