You don’t have to battle anxiety and depression alone.
Find your tribe, your family and friends, and bare your soul.
I would be absolute toast without my tribe. I would be the tiny crumbs of toast at the bottom of a toaster.
I would be toast dust.
When you think you’re crazy . . . when you think you’re falling apart . . . when you only see a distorted image of yourself in the mirror, your tribe sees all the good stuff. All the stuff that makes you blush and say, “No, that’s not me . . . ”
But deep down, you lock those words in your heart vault because they mean more to you than anything. They are priceless reminders that you are loved and accepted.
The best part is, they love ALL sides of you.
The vulnerable is it weird that I feel this way side.
The grumpy pre-coffee side.
The irrational I feel fat and bloated side.
The hangry side.
The confusing I don’t know what is wrong but I don’t want advice side.
The broken help me fix this side.
The tired let’s order pizza side.
The irritable every sound is a nail on a chalkboard side.
The I may look mad and scary and like I have rabies but I just need a hug side.
When I’m anxiously feeling any of the above (or all of the above), one phone call, one coffee date, and I am instantly recharged.
When I have been in the darkest, loneliest pits, my tribe has rappelled down into the darkness with me like a ninja warrior and either stayed until we climbed out together or thrown a harness around me and dragged me out.
There is a beautiful quote about maintaining your headspace by Jim Rohn: “I will take care of me for you, if you will take care of you for me.”
Even if your only motivation at the moment is because you’re doing it for someone you love, find your tribe and bare your soul. It’s an amazing way to heal and bond.