There was a time that I spent in a psychiatric hospital before my doctors had determined what was going on with my health. It was a time of uncertainty and nervousness not knowing why my mind was so unstable. I had to give up my long standing habits of drinking wine or having an edible, cold turkey. I was not sleeping and there was a couple of months where I could not determine the difference of sanity and insanity as my body was sending it strongest signs for help.
After my initiation, I had to join a group of strangers for group therapy. 6-8 very different people sitting together and sharing some of their most intimate thoughts, experiences and tragedies. As one person spoke, the others would listen and try and help based on their experiences. Keep in mind, these were patients helping patients, not doctors or therapists, just people. It was an incredible feeling to have random strangers do their best to help other random strangers, humanity at it best.
I still think of the group that I worked with. How much I was able to empathize with them, share my soul and feel better as a result. When I left, the process had a profound effect on me. It soften me up to all forms of life. When I would see someone in need, I would think of them as one more member of the group in need. It made me a kinder person, a better version of myself, which I am very grateful for.
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