Knowing that I am not alone is a comforting feeling.
The real danger is isolation.
If you get to the point where you think that all the negative feelings must be carried alone, there is no better antidote than realizing that others will gladly help you carry the burden.
The help comes in stories, personal stories, really really personal stories. These are shared with you and the open air. Just said out loud, in front of a gathered crowd who all has little parts of themselves that don’t want to be shown for fear of truth being known, fear of remaining alone.
When the stories are heard, when those ideas find the air. I realize that the things I have tried to keep from being known, the things that make me feel most alone, are common things.
Things that people like Maggie Bertram and Jordan Burnham talk about every day.
And just by the talking, just by taking that leap of help or faith they say directly to me…
Despite a roomful of eager eyes and ears, they say…
“It’s alright, you’re okay, I’ve been where you are and I know it’s every little bit of ‘so fucking hard’ but let me tell you this; it will get better. All you have to do is let it. All you have to do is ask someone to help you, help someone who asks you and be true to your own truth, no matter what ‘they’ say you should do. Because ‘they’ are feeling a lot of the same things too and ‘they’ want to help, ‘they’ want to help you. ‘They’ want to feel the same things you aspire to, ‘they’ want to know someone can be true and really mean what is said when it comes to care, ‘they’ want to know that you will be there.
Now, ‘there’ is a bit of a tricky word, ‘I’ll be there for you’ is so often heard and so often meant (which is really the key) to a life better lived for you and for me.”
This is what I heard, this is what I felt when just two brave souls came to my school, stuck their necks out, and told their truths in such a way that it made what I had to carry a little lighter that day…
And every day since.