A Pleasant Call into A Help Line
Today I was stressed because though I am sleeping better and slightly earlier I am still very weak. I can’t even wash the dishes.
I have anxiety about getting in arguments with my family for things I cannot physically do right now.
I called into a help line today.
Mind you, the past few nights, I have been thinking about a character in my mind. A unique Persian name.
This is what writers and imaginatives do.
The character was empathetic and perhaps a helper type personality.
Today when I called the hotline, guess what the name of the person who answered the phone was.
The name of my character.
I was quiet for a moment.
We had a good talk. He was very careful and listened to me talk about the stress I am in.
He seemed to really grasp my sensitivity and feelings of being misunderstood. This calmed me intensely.
He told me in a kind voice that there are people who have struggled like me who no longer suffer this way.
It was the way he said it, I really believed him, and wondered if one of those people was him.
This was a nice unexpected help. It got to me.
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