I’m helping a friend, and in that act, I’m helping myself. To be fair, that’s not why I’m helping my friend. It’s a benefit I gain, but not the purpose of my actions. I help my friend because my friend needs help – and because we’re friends. A request was made and without hesitation, I said yes. That it helps me is a bonus.
It’s a bonus, though, that I’m happy to receive. Helping my friend dulls the voice of doubt, the voice that tells me I’m useless and worthless and wouldn’t be missed. I’m not useless to my friend, nor am I worthless. And I’d undoubtedly be missed. So helping my friend highlights the essential truth that mental illness, my mental illness, lies. It highlights the real need to remember successes, for successes challenge the lies. In this, that demeaning voice is stilled, silenced.
Today, and yesterday, and tomorrow, I help my friend and in that I better my mental health. For me, that’s a win-win.
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