As I write this post it is Sunday evening. I usually write my posts the day before I post them so that I can post it early the next morning. In all honesty I am not up to writing a post right now. I have tried to write a few times today, but nothing is forming on the page. Recently, I have been struggling with my mental health. It happens. I go through stretches when things are not what I would I like them to be. It is part of living with mental illness. I understand that there will be difficult times. I know I need to reach out for help in these moments. I am lucky to have an amazing mental health team who I can reach out to and know they will support me. I am grateful for them.
Since I am not up to writing a post, I thought I would share a poem. I found one I wrote in 2024. It seems fitting, given how I am feeling, to share this poem about reaching out. It is also National Poetry Month. So, there is another reason to share a poem.
I plan to be back to a regular post on Thursday. I hope everyone can understand my need to take a break today. For now, I hope this poem shares some insight into the need to reach out for help when we are struggling.
Reaching Out
Reaching out for help
When the darkness becomes overwhelming
Is not an easy task.
It requires strength when we feel so weak.
We often think we cannot reach out.
We fear we will be rejected.
Afraid others will not understand.
Unsure of who to seek out.
One word is all it takes, or even
A simple phrase,
“I need help”.
The darkness is real.
Depression lies to us,
Makes us believe the darkness is all there is,
But that is a lie.
We may not see the light, but
The light is there.
Waiting to embrace us.
Welcoming us into healing.
While it is not easy,
We must reach out.
One hand emerges from the darkness.
Reaches out to you.
Grabs hold and strengthens you.
Extend your hand and hold on.
Accepting help is okay.
Reaching out should be our norm.
Others have been there.
We are not alone.
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