Dysfunctional Planner

I need help

Life throws shit at us sometimes. We get through it even though it causes us monumental amounts of stress.

Cortisol levels so high we shouldn’t function.

But we do.

We pull our socks up and get on with things.

But sometimes we fall into holes so dark we can’t see a way out. A rabbit hole of blame and fears gnawing away at any logic. Inner turmoil with no room for help, just an infinite space of negativity.

Ask for help.

Ask it.

Say it

I need help.

Although not easy to ask, I guarantee no one will answer with no.

“Maybe later “won’t be a response.

Help is urgent. Help is vulnerable but it will be answered.

So please ask.

I have been so dark I couldn’t see a way out. I think a lot of people have. I am lucky that my mental health is pretty good and I didn’t choose a different scenario.

Not everyone is so lucky.

Depression and mental health is not one size fits all.

You cannot pull their socks up.

You cannot cheer them up.

Suicide is the choice/ solution ( all terrible words) of some.

So I beg of you.

Ask for help.