I am currently sitting wide awake in my hotel in Auckland New Zealand. It is nearly one in the morning and my body doesn't know how to respond to the inky black world outside. My brain is ready to think, to do, to go, to start my day... but my body is telling me it (logically) is time for sleep. Jet lag is real you guys and it is currently doing a number on me.
To ease the frustration I decided I would spend my evening reading and listening to podcasts; one of which I just finished. I decided to listen to an episode of Love and Radio while sipping on chamomile tea and polishing my nails (because why not? The night certainly wasn't going any where). The intro to this specific episode started with a message from a listener who wanted to tell a secret. Her secret was this- she had been suicidal for 4 years and hadn't really been able to tell anyone, but wanted people out there (who may feel the same) to know, they are not alone. Acclaimed author Norah Vincent was the guest on L&R this week and it was she who unpacked this womans secret in the most eloquent way. She found the message to be beautiful and brave, a hand reaching out into the darkness and realizing it is not alone, a voice saying "me too" and those of us who feel alone opening our eyes and seeing that we are known and understood.
The idea of a hand reaching out struck me and left my head buzzing... the following post is what came from the hum in my chest.
So often we hide.
So often we wake up, paint our faces, put on a costume and head into the world.
So often we speak in twisted analogies so as not to say what we really mean.
...because we are afraid.
We blend in.
We stick to the norm.
We save face.
...because we think it is what we ought to do.
But when we are bold.
When we are brave.
When we reach into the darkness.
When we speak the truth.
When we raise our voice.
When we dare to hope.
We will find we are not alone.
We will feel a hand reaching from the darkness in solidarity.
We will hear another say, "me too".
We will experience a world we never dreamed possible.
But if we never try.
If we never reach out.
If we remain silent.
...The fear will win. The 'norm' will take over, and we will be left in the ache.
You are beautiful and brave.
You are known.
There is hope.
Life, is a gift.
Here is my hand, place it in yours.
The beauty of tomorrow is that it is not today and we can find solace in it's newness.
My heart is with you. You are not alone.
*images- the reason I have jet lag...