I attended a mental health event last night. I’d bought the LP a ticket too. The keynote speaker told the stories of her childhood and adult life immersed in mental health conditions, mental illness, addictions. Yet she worked so hard and, ultimately, achieved unimaginable success. Still, the mental health issues are a part of her life and inform the healing path she walks.
The LP and I stared at each other afterward.
“What did you think?” I asked.
“It was good.”
“Yes” was all I could manage. Then, “she is so intense.”
“But it hit pretty close to home.”
Just like that, he nailed it.
And for over an hour now, since first waking up this morning, all I am capable of doing is weeping. My heart is aching. My head is swimming. I feel broken, sad, invisible. Even now.
Then it hit me.
I have so much grieving yet to do.
So much healing.