Lean on me when you’re not strong
And I’ll be your friend, I’ll help you carry on
For it won’t be long
‘Til I’m gonna need someone to lean on
Bill Withers
How many times? Too many to count. Too often. Too alone. Too broken.
How many times in the past have I not reached out when I needed support? I do not count. Counting makes no sense. I would count to one. One. The one time that has lasted years. Minor breaks in the clouds of isolation came and went. Never enough light, never long enough to give me a chance to find a voice, the words or to put my head up and wonder what the Hell am I doing.
When some semblance of normalcy fell upon me, I asked is there any support out in the atmosphere. Is there any reason to break free from the stagnancy of isolation? How? Where?
Always the answer in my fogged mind was NO. A flat line, monotone, hopeless NO. A definitive NO. Exclamation point. Pointe finale.
All those years. I did not want to bother others. I did not know who I could call on. I did not know if anyone would understand what was happening or care at all.
All that wasted time.
No doubt this is not a surprising story. Nothing new. All too common.
Isolation, despairing in the loneliest place imaginable. Alive in a purgatory. Absolute blank, nothing.
It’s a painful truth for so many of us living with mental illness. It’s hard to explain when asked. Why do we isolate ourselves when it is plain that we have people, maybe one special person, in our life who are willing to compassionately help, whisper that better times are coming and, if we need, take us to seek medical assistance?
Even in the thralls of the deepest depression—so deep that our world is a small corner of the bed, covered in whatever brings the most darkness. A place we know is not healthy but cannot do anything to overcome the heaviness of terrible aloneness. Somewhere, perhaps hidden deep in our minds, we do know this.
We just cannot find the momentum to change the inertia of isolation.
Wait though. This post has a bright light. A positive ending.
Lately, I have been going to a support group for people living with mental disorders. I have thought about doing this before but always found a reason not to get in that door. Meet these people. I did not want to take the chance of breaking down in front or strangers.
Finally I went.
I found people who understand. I found empathy and openness. Even from people who were hurting as much as I was during my worst times.
I also learned that I could return this.
I have written about this before but not as concretely. I believe this message is so vital in cannot be repeated enough.
Taking a chance—me, you, all of us—reaching out to someone, to something or place, calls on our courage, perhaps our desperation.
Maybe it is about reaching a bottom so profound that we know it has to end one way or another.
I chose the way of the still beating heart. To look up rather than take the final step. I hope with all my spirit that all of us can do the same.
How much will this group and others who I am planning to rely on help? It is a question not worth posing or answering. It is not the time. Hopefully, it will never be the time.
It is time to open ourselves to the possibility of hope. People and groups are out there, offering a shoulder, a hand, an ear to help us stand strong. We can help each other to live better lives.
It is the ultimate gesture of caring.
Lean on me. I promise to be what you need and to open my heart.
It won’t be long ‘til I’ll need someone to lean on. I hope it will be my cyber friends, the support group I have found, friends and family.
I am sure this will happen if I simply gather the strength to call out. I hope I will.
I am reassured.
Bill Withers in concert http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Wpof8s5ZTg
Peace and love, Terry