You are not alone.

Last night, I was lying in bed feeling rather blue about things, which if you've read my previous blog you'll understand why.  I felt this "thing" - a "thing" I can't explain that was drawing me into a vortex of isolationism.  I lay there feeling so alone, feeling so apart from everyone and everything else.  The temptation was to remain in that state.  To let myself fall deeper and deeper into this sense that, "I am all alone."  It was then that God's tiny little voice spoke to me, urging me to try something different, "Reach for help, you are not alone."  Four powerful words, huh?  You are not alone.  So, I did what was difficult - I reached out to my husband, my loving, blessed husband.  I curled up into his arms, tears falling down my cheeks, and he just held me.  He didn't offer advice, ask what was wrong, he just hugged me and whispered  those four, powerful words, "You are not alone."  It was all I needed to hear.  I stayed in his arms awhile longer, wiped my tears, then rolled over and went to sleep. 

We are not alone.  But, do we truly believe it?  When we are hurting, do we reach out for a loved one, a supporting friend, the Lord, the healer of all, Himself?  Why do we isolate ourselves when we're hurting?  Wouldn't the healing come that much more quickly if only we would allow someone else to share our burden?  How many times have you passed someone who greets you with,  "How are you?"  And what's your general response?  "I'm fine.  I'm good," even though inside you might be a mess, a walking time bomb. 

One of my purposes in starting this blog is to reach out to others, people like me -those with mental illness, and others, who are not fine, are not good, and who need to hear that they are not alone.  Maybe those who are literally walking time bombs, would not go off with such a violent bang, if they knew, they truly knew, that they were not alone.