Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Silence

It's been nearly a year since I posted anything on this blog.  Getting back to writing has been a big priority for me lately, but I deliberately waited until today to post.

Today is Bell Let's Talk Day here in Canada. This is a day that happens every year, where the communications media corporation Bell Canada promotes talking about mental health to erase the stigma and promote awareness that mental health effects us all. I chose today to reopen my blog because, simply put, I took the past year away from it for mental health reasons.

A lot of things happened in this last year. Big things. Stressful things. Things about life and family and health and career. And I found myself, for the first time in 55 years, without words.

You could call it a writer's block, I suppose. But it was more than that. There was too much happening, and not enough. I couldn't organize thoughts, I couldn't face deadlines, I couldn't say the thing I needed to say in a way that others would understand. I talked and talked and talked and said absolutely nothing.

I was overwhelmed.

I shut down in a lot of ways.

I found myself in a new community, alone for most of the day, in a great deal of pain, with no one to talk at. I withdrew into my own small space.

Then, in that little, quiet, lonely place, I found peace. I understood that talking and talking and talking...or writing and writing and writing...were not what I needed to do just then. What I needed was silence.



I realized that when I was talking and writing, I was making words and thoughts for others.

So I took some time to listen to the thoughts in my head, the words that were for me.

I took more time to listen to others, too.

Of course, I did not shut down completely. I did not take a vow of silence. I still talked to family and friends. I still wrote articles and essays. I simply slowed the chatter in my mind, curbed the need to let that chatter spill out. I started to think more slowly, to contemplate  my words before I spoke them. Before I wrote them.

And I found a new voice. One that is kinder, one that is stronger.

I am starting to talk again. And I want you to talk, too. So, please, talk. Tell me your stories. Tell me your fears and your anxiety. Tell me what makes you mad and what scares you. I am ready to listen, without fear, without judgement.

I am ready to write.

(I make no promises that I will do so regularly, though!)





3 comments:

  1. I have experienced clinical depression in the past,nrequiring medication to reclaim my life. Last year I felt myself sliding downwards again and started medication again, before it became incapacitating. Shortly after I started medication, my mother was diagnosed with an extremely aggressive cancer, probably ovarian (she died before the biopsy results came back). I am grateful for the chemical assistance to get through the past few months. Good for you to take the time you needed to sort things out. Sending gentle virtual hugs.

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  2. Nice to read your post! I was kinda thinking it's been awhile since I read anything from you. :) I've been down that dark road of depression and anxiety myself. I'm in a good space right now and I hope you find the space you need to live in too. :)

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  3. What a beautiful holiday!
    Thank you for sharing your journey with the public - a ridiculously intimidating thing to do.
    I hope your inner adventure is going well. Your experience is good encouragement for me to get back to meditation too. When I do, I find my calm ability increase incrementally over time. I miss that.
    Take good care of yourself.
    (A year off is also a great example of self care.)
    ~Sarah Elizabeth

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