asking for help.

Saturday, December 29, 2012
Photo found here.

Something that has been repeatedly brought to my attention lately is people wanting help, but confronting a whole mess of reasons why they won't (or can't) ask for it.

Even I find it hard to reach out - it's a really difficult thing to do.

In our society of trying to do everything yourself, and trying to be self-sufficient and STRONG in the face of everything, we have made it shameful to ask for help.

That sounds a bit difficult to believe, even just writing it. But, even within families, I see a culture of the attitude 'do it yourself', 'have a cup of cement and harden up', and 'can't you see I have my own problems?'

True, some people seem to fall apart every second day - our degree of compassion for these people can feel depleted to the point of frustration.

But are we really so bad as to pretend that everything is just peachy when clearly it isn't? Can we truly be as cruel as to make people doubt even asking for help as a viable option?

And this isn't just about the people who aren't offering the help, it's about those who don't even ask for it.

Bottom line: as much as a lot of people would like it (even myself, sometimes) - people are not mind readers.

Even when you feel like you're dropping thousand tonne hints, they still may not see what you're getting at. Yes, people really can seem that dumb at times.

Realistically, if you feel like you're beginning to drown in problems, you need to tell someone. 

Too many times, I have heard 'I didn't even know that anything was wrong...' said in sad tones. Do not let feeling ashamed of needing help stop you from talking to someone. (Obviously, this isn't the only reason why people don't reach out - it can be any number of reasons - but this is one that I see happening often enough.)

You know - every day you accept small pieces of help without thought. We need other people in our lives. The water you're drinking or using to make your tea and coffee - how do you think that gets to you? You don't do that alone. Your shirt? Your pants? Who made those? Who grew the cotton or made the fabric? You don't do that alone. (Though, you do look great it in it, by the way.)

A smile can truly make someone's day - it is a small assistance to find the happiness in life.

Let's move towards a society where asking for help when we truly need it is something brave, and speaking our heart instead of glossing over the dark parts is something to be admired.

Love to all who read.

Music that makes me cry for no reason that I can glean.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012
I love this.

Just beautiful.

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

Monday, December 17, 2012



I felt that my blog needed a little bit of a change so that it felt more calming and enjoyable to be around. So, with that in mind, there may be a few links that don't lead much anywhere for a little while. Please be patient while I work on this :)

In the meantime, for any regular readers, I'd like to pose a little poll to you so that I can move forward with my content. Please follow the link below!


http://www.polljunkie.com/ZAp4tT/Poll21592.aspx 



Love to all who read (and vote)!


Rambling volume 2,131.

Friday, December 14, 2012
Dearest readers,

Over the last few days I have had the occasional idea for a blog post, but I haven't really followed it. I am unsure why that is, given that I feel my blog is an important part of my life and will continue to be so, but there  it is. I write when it feels RIGHT.

When friends ask me what I've been up to lately, I actually don't know what to tell them. Mostly I mention that I've been crafting, reading, and generally doing things that make me happy. Up until a few days ago, that included spending a lot of time with Xin, who has now gone to England for a few weeks. I've caught up with some friends - old and new - and I've been to a couple of gatherings. I have spent time thinking about what I want from next year, and what I want from now. And I have spent a great deal of time thinking about what is important to me.

The blog post I wrote a week or two ago about a family friend's sudden passing stays with me. I have difficulty processing it sometimes, and I continually feel like I should be doing something. I have noticed a return of anxiety to do with loss - Losing people has always been my greatest fear. My mind spends time just before I fall asleep imagining all the terrible things that could happen to my loved ones, and playing them on permanent loop in my head until I distract myself with a book or some music. Sometimes even that doesn't work against the great tidal wave of anxiety that occasionally overwhelms me.
I am doing my best to look at this problem head on, and acknowledge that it exists, instead of brushing it under the carpet and pretending like I'm perfectly fine. (Note: this does not work. Ever.) But I am also trying different techniques, like pointing out the opposite side of a negative thought, or finding things that make me happy so I don't have to think about problems that I actually have virtually no control over.

I have returned to enjoying the small things: receiving an email from Xin, finding a fettucine noodle in with my spaghetti, Bronte snoring in her sleep, and chewing on her paw for no apparent reason.

My turning inward has also indicated something to me - I go through waves of being very unwell every day, to feeling relatively fine every day. Right now I'm in the former option - waking up with stomach pain every day, not eating as well as I perhaps need to because I'm nauseous all the time, constantly feeling dizzy and disconnected because I'm not sleeping well. I like to think I'm taking this with relative good grace - it actually doesn't bother me terribly much most of the time - but I am terribly delirious sometimes, so for all I know I could be complaining every moment I get. (I sure hope not.)

I find it amusing how we relearn certain things about ourselves and our natures over and over again - like realising I actually NEED to go to bed fairly early most nights if I want to operate at a normal function the next day, or that yes, I AM actually pretty allergic to gluten. I often find these repeat lessons rather amusing, and sometimes I wonder if our memory of certain things that are good for us is actually impaired from birth. You have to WORK to remember certain things.
Another rediscovery is that I adore the children's tv show Fairly Oddparents. The humour (mostly supplied by Cosmo) is JUST to my taste and I find myself laughing out loud quite a lot. I know that Xin will also love rediscovering it, too. :)

Well, after that load of rambling, I am going to go look at my NaNoWriMo novel and see if I can finish it. For those that don't know, I managed to get up to a word count of 40,158 but ended up too sick to finish it towards the end. I don't mind - in fact I'm really proud of how well I went. It really felt like I was stepping towards something I've always wanted to do, which was an excellent feeling.

Love to all who read.

Dare

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Just as a small thing, I have dared myself to read the top ten Aussie books in the next six months.
This is mostly because I'm not that great at reading Aussie literature!
I'm excited about this :3

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