Being kind is ALWAYS a necessity and especially so in these crazZy times. Up and down the country (and globally) we have seen thousands of acts of kindness during this pandemic. If we show kindness in everything we do, it has the potential to be the most compelling force. It is driven by empathy and understanding, and it is demonstrated in what we say and what we think. We have a choice, we can ignore the lessons from Covid-19 and continue as we were pre-pandemic, or we can take the hope from the kindness during this time and use it as a basis to look at our world afresh. We have the power to decide whether we want to put kindness to ourselves n others at the heart of our new normal.
… And, that’s when I realised why I wanted to go into the medical profession, the mental health setting particularly, because I can’t think of anything more rewarding than knowing I might be helping someone, giving someone hope and reminding them that life is ALWAYS worth the journey. Your life is precious. Your story is precious. And, you are adding words to your story every single day, whether or not you know it. Your story is special. YOU are special.
‘In life, our fucks must be spent on something. There really is no such thing as not giving a fuck. The question is simply how we each choose to allot our fucks. You only get a limited number of fucks to give over your lifetime, so you must spend them with care. As my father used to say, “Fucks don’t grow on trees, Mark.” OK, he never actually said that. But fuck it, pretend like he did. The point is that fucks have to be earned and then invested wisely.’
But hope, it doesn’t die.
And that is enough to overthrow kingdoms.
My biggest motivator during the lockdown period at the moment is that this sense of humanity and genuine kindness will continue.
Everything will change… and, it already has. Everything is always changing. Every object. Every structure. Every person. Every thought. Every concept. Every predicament. Every event. Every emotion. Every feeling. Every idea. Every belief. Everything will pass.
So, from me to me (for when I forget to listen to rational Emma), and from me to you, here is my pretty boring advice on dealing with mental health right now:
Iceberg lettuce. Crunchy iceberg lettuce. It is just so satisfying.
I’d like to be defined by my family… my friends. My laughter. I’d like to define myself by my kindness to others, and my care. My unbreakable hope, in life and love. And, most importantly, I’d like to value myself.
I did not almost die so that I could settle with being just content.