We are all sick. Did you read that?
Let’s make it sound healthier – we are all healing. Lol. Either way you take it, healing, healed, recovering, recovered, it remains that you got to be ailing to be healing or be healed. 😊
Before I say what I say, know this and know peace – NO ONE HAS IT ALL PUT TOGETHER. No one is perfect. Somewhere, somehow, we are all sick. Don’t only see cancer or HIV or Malaria. One could be ailing with indecision, yet another of a cheating spouse, or of recalcitrant children, or a job loss, or an unattractive life, or a terrible craving, or a sadistic boss, or a rickety car whose handles cannot stay in place, or loneliness, or manipulative friends, or ungrateful and inconsiderate relatives, or a nose dipped in debt, or a despising colleague, or a country in turmoil, or a disorderly church, or the loss of a loved one, or childlessness, or rejection, or constant lack of being understood, and the list can go on and on and on. And truth be told, all these and more gnaw into the very fabric that make who we are in the environments in which we live. These constitute the mental sanitary environment in which we live and are expected to thrive. These all contribute to our mental health.
October 10 was world mental health day. Skip the themes…cuz whether it’s our right or not, enshrined in a constitution or not, provided for by your fellow human or not, one huge tip that will help you stay sane mentally is to know that – NO ONE HAS IT ALL PUT TOGETHER!
You see that all-happy couple, that beautiful posh house owner, that CEO, that Senior MoG, No, they don’t have it all put together. Not the president, not the Director General, not the Bishop and not the Pope. NO ONE HAS IT ALL PUT TOGETHER. Save yourself the strain, pain and pressure to think that or try to want to have it all put together.
Even Jesus had His own oh. The Bible says He was a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. There were times He wept; times when His heart bled seeing the unbelief and perdition of men. While He was walking and working, things ‘troubled’ Him, so to speak.
As it’s often put, we all have ‘demons’ we’re struggling with.
Driving this home and musing on mental health, I recall this story I was told of this beautiful, eloquent and posh-looking woman whom a sister met at a hospital. They kept a rich conversation, and she was indeed as schooled in speech as she was in person. Then she walked to the reception and asked, “have you please given my letter to the president?”. She was very courteous. Her interlocutor answered in the negative, promising to do so with the least delay. Then she continued “I really love him, I am in no competition with his wife, but he really needs to know that I love him, so he really needs to get my letter”.
Pause!
Which president? Which love? Which letter? Which competition?
You wouldn’t expect that from such a posh-looking woman, right? Some would look at her and imagine a life of heaven on earth. Who would know despite the posh and eloquence, a knot has loosened somewhere? You may expect that of someone who roams the streets, and we’d expect to see a raggedly dressed person eating from thrash, speaking technical nonsense, oozing spittle, babbling and being very incoherent.
But hello…..!!!
No one has it all put together. We are all struggling with something. The strong ones today are not those who claim to have all their shit together. The strong ones are those who can manage their shit and ensure it doesn’t desperately smear all through them.
To illustrate, I may be dealing with a heartbreak now. Me claiming my heart hasn’t ever been shred into pieces by a man born of a woman doesn’t make me strong (This will be me claiming that I have it all put together; and this is a colossal lie) 😊 and that makes me hypocritical.
Me being strong, truly being strong, is being able to grieve over, and grow out of that heartbreak – a better person – rather than let it make me bitter towards everyone who comes my way, or my family and friends, or let it break me to the point I am unable to do other work, or be productive in any other aspect.
To put it straight, this is not me bashing the right to feel pain. Feel pain. You should feel pain. I do feel pain. What I’m saying is – strength is not in claiming that you don’t feel pain. Real strength is seen in the handling of that pain.
Being strong is being real. Being real is being honest that we don’t have it all put together. Jesus was real. He faced His pains, yet thrived. He wept in the presence of others. He is the King of kings. He did not claim to have it all together. Why would/should you?
Do not look for strong people in surface happy and all put together faces. The real strength is in those who can walk you through their survival path. At the end of it, you too can keep a smiling face despite the turmoil you’re in. But then, you’d know the difference between one who puts up a smile as a mask, so you don’t know they’re facing a ‘demon’, and one who wears their smile while walking through life’s prickles.
Know this and know peace – we are all sick. No one is perfect; NO ONE HAS IT ALL PUT TOGETHER!
Selah!