If I might say more than a few words,

Jun 17, 2008 22:28

What I want to know is how we come up with the idea that one must be stable themselves in order to stabilize others. This. Isn't. True. This world is the complete proof of this. I see, all the time, I will talk to someone, and listen to how they are struggling with cutting, drugs, depression, etc. Then another day I turn around and see that same person. Let me repeat, that same person, giving heartfelt, helpful, true and real advice and support to someone else. This just makes that, so much more meaningful, given in time of hardship.

Is it not possible to find healing in helping? Is it not possible to find self-worth through putting yourself aside, and putting you into someone else? Maybe one more day on the no-si ticker can be accounted for by getting up and talking to someone who needs to. Maybe if every person who is feeling sad tonight got up and called someone else who is feeling sad, maybe it wouldn't stop the sadness. Maybe it wouldn't stop the pain, the burning, the drunken or manic or trip-related violence. But maybe it will bring back hope.

"We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless. We don't get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to play the rescuers. We won't solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home."
---------------------------To Write Love On Her Arms, the story. By Jamie Tworkowski.

Now that you've read this, I want you to get up and call someone. Or IM someone. Or go to someone's house. Or go for a walk and talk to someone you've never talked to before. Someone you know may not be okay tonight. Even if you don't talk to them anymore, or things are awkward, or other societal trivialities. It doesn't have to be a whole heart-to-heart talk-till-daylight thing. Just ask them if they are okay. Because often that is all that is needed, a simple question, a simple expression of compassion, concern, the little match flame in the blackened horizon. Quite possibly you'll never know how much it meant, but the idea that one day, you will. And that idea, that you did something that meant so much, maybe that will save you.

Three words.
One question.
Go change a life.
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