I’m nearing 35. No, I’m 36 now! These damn birthdays just keep coming! I have two elementary aged children. I have a husband. I have a dog. I have a career and I enjoy a hobby or two. I also like a good potato salad. Oh and coffee. I really enjoy coffee. Good coffee though, not shit coffee. You know what, I also like shoes. And accessories. And clothes. And I have anxiety. And I have suffered many bouts of depression, the longest one lasted a little over two years. And although anxiety and depression have been part of my life for over 20 years it has only been within the last 3 4 years that we’ve become friends. I figured, if they were going to be around, we should at least be on a first name basis. Calling the hospital and asking for help was like a bomb going off. I felt absolutely terrified yet overwhelmingly empowered in the same single moment.
There are 58 million people in the US suffering from anxiety and depression disorders. I have… like 58 million friends. But I didn’t always know those 58 million folks existed and felt like I was the only one, just stuck out on an island of sadness surrounded by an ocean of anxiety. That is a gloomy and scary place to be. I think that if I can help one person feel less lonely by bringing them to my island for a cup of coffee then it is all worth it.
I think most people have a hard time verbally expressing how they feel. I know I do. I’ve always felt better writing it down. If I could have done therapy by passing a notebook back and forth I would have gone a hell of a lot sooner! So, if I can write it down and share it with the masses and one person can share it with someone to explain how they are feeling then I want to do that. I want people to feel less lonely.
Welcome to my island! I’ll go put a pot of coffee on…