I’ve had some people express some concern after my last blog post, and I thought it might be nice to write a little follow-up.
I thought about the last post and the response to it for a while today. I was wondering: Is it too much? I don’t want to freak people out. I don’t want to scare anyone. Should I take it down? Retract? Just not post something that frank again?
And here’s what I decided. Whether I share anything about these experiences and feelings or not doesn’t change that they’re real for me. They might not be the most cheerful thing to read. But here’s the thing. When I share them? That means I get to share them! That means I’m not alone with them. If I choose not to share, that might make others more comfortable, but it doesn’t change that this stuff is real.
So doesn’t it sound better to share?
I have to say, I’m in a place in my life where I’ve been more supported in dealing with this stuff than I ever have been before. The conversations are still awkward, but we’re having conversations. There are still going to be rough moments ahead of me, too, but I am so grateful that people who love me and who I love are willing to share them with me. I hope to be able to support you, too.
I’ve been writing this blog with the hope of being able to encourage the conversation on mental health, a conversation that’s still pretty quiet in the world. I hope we can start getting rid of the stigma and judgements around the topic. I hope to inform, and I hope to help others get help.
Such a big part of all of those things is just talking.
I am so, so grateful for those who have reached out with concern, support, and love. I am so grateful for loving, caring people in my life. But even more than that, I am so happy that you’re willing to participate in this dialogue, too. That matters. It really matters. It matters for me and for all of us.
So please keep talking.