Advice? No, thank you
As depression became more entrenched in my daily life, I thought that I had nothing. I was completely alone and I had nothing. It’s funny how things can be clouded in this type of situation. For example, if I had stepped back for a second, I would have realized that, while I did lose everything, I still had one very valuable asset: two very understanding and caring parents.
Yes, understanding and smart. So smart, that they knew better than to try and make sense of things right away. They knew that in my frame of mind their words and advice would have fallen on deaf ears.
What they did do, however, was to let me get it out of my system while they kept a close watch. No advice, pressure, or criticism, just understanding and compassion – and that’s exactly what I needed. I had to suffer through this on my own and when I was ready to start listening, I would.
This is how I deal with things – and they knew that. The last thing I needed was to have a chat with some up-beat know-it-all telling me life is not so bad - Or to have someone nosing around – trying to “figure me out” in order to lay their brand of righteousness on me. I didn’t need to be patronized; I just wanted to be left alone to work things out by myself.
Time heals all wounds – and, personally, I’ve always needed to endure the pain of a traumatic event before it got better. This was my way of dealing with things and my parents knew that.
As the weeks went on, I began to see a change towards a more positive outlook. Initially, the change was insignificant, but day by day I noticed things getting better.
One Response to “Advice? No, thank you”
[...] It didn’t matter what others said to try and cheer me up – I was in such a state that their advice just went in one ear, and out the other. I was in such a deep, dark place that I felt I was beyond any sort of help at all. It scares me to bring up the past like this – knowing how close I was to losing everything. [...]
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