Recently I've had a few instances where my perspective of the world around me shifted in an instant. Today was another one of those days and I will share this moment with you because I think it’s worth remembering and considering the next time I'm feeling sorry for myself.
A dear friend of mine has had a particularly challenging year. From a near separation (they reconciled) to a new home, tons of renovations and close family health issues, it’s been an incredibly stressful year and a half for her and her hubby.
Now she’s a warrior this one. Always fighting through, but typically finding time to have a peaceful moment for herself. This past year, however, pushed her beyond her limits. We all have a breaking point and she found hers, the hard way.
She hospitalized herself. Exhaustion and depression. The fact that she was strong enough and aware enough to make that call, is something that I’m very proud of her for doing. Mental health is something that isn’t spoken about openly and there are a lot of stigmas attached. And yet, she knew she was beyond her limit and that she needed help.
That’s the back story. This happened over a month ago. I haven’t seen my girlfriend for nearly 7 months due to my own crazy life and pressures I put upon myself. I was busy with volleyball and baseball and anything that kept me, well, busy. And I knew they were busy with renovations and simply assumed we would reconnect in the late fall as we typically do. How wrong I was!
Today, I finally re-connected with my dear friend and her family. I spent the night so we could completely catch up - on both sides. She suggested that I go first, that I share with her what has happened in my life over the past 7 months and to explain the recently busted phone of mine. And so, I started at the end of the year and worked my way backwards in time.
What I realized as I shared my story is that none of it mattered when compared to what she had gone through in the same time period. Sure, I was stressed. Sure, I was emotional. I had many ups and I also had many difficult dark days in the past 7 months. But none of it compared to where I knew she ended up. It all seemed so trivial as I was sharing the events of my 7 months.
And it’s moments like these that force me to pause and reflect upon perspective. From my perspective alone, 2012 was a challenging year as I fought to find myself and get my feet under me again, with a few obstacles in the path of getting there. But I’m strong, healthy and I’m surrounded by a group of the best, most loving, supportive friends (and family) that a person could ask for. Even in my darkest moment, I had someone to lean on.
My girlfriend, on the other hand, found herself buried beneath the burdens of life. She wasn’t able to find the light without getting professional help. The stress she felt was beyond anything she’s ever dealt with before and she kept it all to herself until she couldn’t bear it any longer.
I guess my point is two-fold:
First, there is always someone else struggling a little harder than you are. (Sometimes a lot harder than you are!) This is a fact that should bring some solace because, if anything, it helps one to not feel alone in the struggles of life.
Secondly, we are NOT alone. Each of us have our own support system of some sort. Some may have many in their circle, while others may only have a couple of key people. But there is always someone to lean on. BUT, if we don’t ask for help, if we don’t lean when necessary, then it’s so much easier to fall into that pit. I can’t stress enough how important it is to share and ask for help when needed. (And believe me, this isn’t easy for me either!)
So, today’s moment: Perspective. I hope that I remember the next time I’m feeling down that I remember this moment because in the end, I’m actually quite fortunate, even on the darkest of days.