I had no idea when the day started yesterday that it was Time to Talk Day.
I scrolled through Instagram, as I do daily, and noticed a friend post about her own struggle with depression. So much of what she wrote resonated with me, especially when she mentioned keeping her daily goals simple: eat, sleep, drink. She also wrote about closing herself off from others because she doesn’t want to bring them down, and not posting as much on social media because she has nothing happy to share.
So it’s not just me.
Last night’s therapy session was my most emotional yet. This week was huge for me, and I told my therapist all about it. Sarah was with me, she sat at the end of the couch, to my left. I cried and sobbed as I expressed myself and described all that had happened, and everything I felt. I noticed my therapist look over at Sarah, so I did the same.
She was crying.
I can’t describe what that moment felt like for me. The empathy. The love. The support. The worry.
Something told me early this week that it might be a good idea to take someone to therapy with me. What a great decision.
My Mom had driven me to last night’s appointment. I waited in the car with her until Sarah showed up. When I noticed Sarah arrive, I let my Mom know. Mom asked,
“Daisy, can I meet her?”
I went up to meet Sarah, let her know that my Mom wanted to meet her, and we walked back over to my Mom’s car. Mom got out and immediately hugged Sarah. I heard Mom thank her multiple times. They embraced and held each other for a while.
Again, I can’t quite describe what that moment felt like. I cried. I just have so much support and love in my life.
After therapy, I decided to make my own #timetotalk post. The response I have received has been moving.
I am feeling overwhelmed once more, thinking of it all. I will leave this at that for now.