Of Broken Spirits and Healing
Dear Self,
In relation to my post yesterday, I sent my depressed friend a message. And... I was right. On all accounts. I was right about his depression. I was right that the trigger in his case is his failure to pass the board exams. I was right that he was deeply hurt by some of the comments our other friends had made during the wedding.
The funny thing is, because I went through the whole thing last year, I was able to empathize with him so much more. He needed someone to hear him out; I was there. He needed someone to understand what he was going through in a deeper sense, someone who was able to walk in his shoes; I was there. He needed someone to validate his loneliness, his isolation; I was there.
Perhaps there is a purpose why I had to go through the depression last year. Perhaps God knew I was strong enough to punch my way through the incapacitating thoughts, that I had what it took to function amidst a weary heart. Because, in some future scenario such as this, perhaps I am made to listen... and to remind broken spirits that shattered glasses can be mended.
Sincerely,
Lagundi
In relation to my post yesterday, I sent my depressed friend a message. And... I was right. On all accounts. I was right about his depression. I was right that the trigger in his case is his failure to pass the board exams. I was right that he was deeply hurt by some of the comments our other friends had made during the wedding.
The funny thing is, because I went through the whole thing last year, I was able to empathize with him so much more. He needed someone to hear him out; I was there. He needed someone to understand what he was going through in a deeper sense, someone who was able to walk in his shoes; I was there. He needed someone to validate his loneliness, his isolation; I was there.
Perhaps there is a purpose why I had to go through the depression last year. Perhaps God knew I was strong enough to punch my way through the incapacitating thoughts, that I had what it took to function amidst a weary heart. Because, in some future scenario such as this, perhaps I am made to listen... and to remind broken spirits that shattered glasses can be mended.
Sincerely,
Lagundi
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