Miracles in the Madness: How Helping Others Helps You
Immediately I started getting messages. I wasn’t on facebook so I didn’t know any of this had happened, but my husband and four other friends all IMd/called/emailed me to say “This is happening, can you go over there?” You see, I work from home. I work a lot, too much probably and more than I really should what with that whole nervous breakdown thing this winter, but what I do, I do from home. I have the kids home in the summer, don’t need before and after care during school and a job I love with Novel Publicity and doing taxes. I am blessed.
This blessing came in handy today because I called all the numbers I had for my friend and when I got no answer, just got in my car and went. That’s right, don’t let Pav know you are having an emergency, she might just show up with no warning. I spent the day with her, playing with babes (even got to give one a bottle, haven’t done that in forever), gossiping about town politics, laughing over gay stereotypes and debating the value of various pulp television shows. And for an afternoon a huge chunk of my anxiety and depression fell away.
In the middle of my madness, someone else needed me and for whatever good or bad I may think of myself I was able to help. I have a life where I can work from home and I can be there for my friends and family. I can bolt from work without notice for 4 hours and it’s fine. I can sit in a friends living room a cry a little and laugh a lot and tickle babies. It’s really not so bad to be me.