A way in
Where to
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start.
There's a fair amount written here. You don't have to read it all, or in order. You have to start with whatever is happening to you.
"My heart is racing, I can't breathe, and I'm sure I'm dying."
When your body thinks you're dying →
"I live with an alarm going off inside, even when nothing is happening."
The alarm that won't switch off →
"I’m not sad, but I haven’t felt anything in months."
When nothing gets through →
"I don't feel like anything, and then I feel guilty for not feeling like it."
The day that won't start →
"It happened months ago and it still comes back when I didn't call it."
What your body kept doing afterwards →
"I rehearse before going in, and afterwards I replay everything I said wrong for hours."
The camera pointing at you →
"The evening drink stopped being a choice."
The drink that became necessary →
"It ended, nobody was to blame, and I’m far worse than seems reasonable."
It ended, and nobody was the villain →
"I’ve searched my symptoms again, and I’ve lost count of how many times."
One more search and I’ll be calm →
"A horrible thought turns up and I’ve never told anyone."
The thought you didn’t choose →
"I wake in the early hours remembering that I’m going to die."
You wake at four and remember you’re going to die →
"It's three in the morning and my head won't stop."
The mind at night →
"I come out of conversations feeling guilty, empty or confused — and I can't explain why."
The signs that don't look like signs →
"They make me doubt my own memory. I need witnesses to my own life."
When they make you doubt what you remember →
"I know it's hurting me. And I still can't leave."
Why you haven't left yet →
"I said yes again, while my whole body was saying no."
The no you haven't said in years →
"The person who hurts me is my own mother."
When the harm comes from home →
"Someone I loved took their own life, and nobody names it."
When the death was a suicide →
"I lost a pregnancy and everyone acts as if nothing happened."
The loss nobody names →
"Someone I love has died, and everyone expects me to be fine by now."
The empty chair →
"I can’t make it to the end of the month and I can’t think about anything else."
When the money doesn’t reach →
"Sunday evening feels like a weight, just thinking about tomorrow."
When work is draining you →
"I want to do it. I've wanted to for weeks. And I can't start."
The thing you can't get started →
"I've spent weeks unable to decide, and the decision is eating me."
Deciding with the fear inside →
"I've been putting off a conversation that frightens me."
The conversation you keep putting off — a series of 7 notes →
"One day I quite like myself and a week later I’m worthless again."
Self-esteem →
"Nothing I do ever feels good enough."
When nothing is ever enough →
"Everyone else's life looks better than mine."
When everyone else's life looks better →
"I got out. And now I don't know who I am without it."
Who you are when there's no one left to fight →
"If that person doesn't reply, my whole day collapses."
When you can't be without someone →
"I keep going over something I did years ago and I can't forgive myself."
The guilt that won't let go →
"There's something about me I show no one, because if they saw it they wouldn't love me."
What you show no one →
"I snap at anything, and then I hate myself for snapping."
The anger you don't know where to put →
"Something happened to me and there's no one to tell."
No one to tell it to →
"A child I love is ill, and I can't cure them."
When a child you love is ill →
"They’re back and they seem to have changed. I don’t know what to believe."
The false repair →
"The voice in my head won’t stop punishing me for everything."
When your lawyer turns prosecutor →
"I think more and more with a machine, and sometimes I feel vertigo about it."
The first machine that thinks on your plane →
"This is bigger than me. I need real help and I don’t know where to start."
Asking for help is a skill too →
And if you’re here for someone else?
Almost everything above is written in the first person, and a lot of people arrive looking for someone they love. If that’s you, start here.
"Someone I love is suffering, and I can't fix it."
Being there, without being able to fix it →
"Someone I love said they don’t want to go on, and I don’t know whether to ask."
Someone I love said they don’t want to go on →
"A child I love has fallen ill, and I don’t know how to hold this."
When a child you love falls ill →
"Someone at home has been sunk for months and I don’t know how to help."
The day that won’t start →
"Someone at home drinks more than they should."
The drink that became necessary →
"They told me a thought that horrifies them, and I don’t know what to say."
The thought you didn’t choose →
"I’ve been caring for someone for months and I can’t do it any more."
The wearing down of the one who cares →
"My teenager shuts the door and I don’t know if it’s a phase."
They shut the door →
"I know they need help and there’s no way they’ll go."
When they won’t get help →
"This is bigger than me. I need real help and I don't know where to begin."
Asking for help is also something you learn →
And if you'd rather it came to you.
One letter a month, on a Sunday morning. No urgency, no products. What I'm thinking out loud, told to someone who thinks about it too.
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