Sometimes the best action you can take, is to take none at all.
There is strength is standing still.
We’re such an action-oriented culture that we can miss out on the wisdom that comes to us only in the silence and stillness of non-action.
Many well-meaning people have suggested over the years that I slow down; that I put too much on my plate; that just watching me do all the things I do, leaves them feeling tired. “I don’t know how you do it all!” is something I often hear.
I enjoy being busy. I enjoy the challenge of sitting down in the morning and putting my Can-Do List on paper, then ticking off each task as I complete them. I receive a sense of accomplishment and purpose when I do this.
June is an especially busy time of the year for us, with two daughters in school and all the end of year activities, and my own classes winding down to graduation. I look forward to July, when I take a month away at our family cottage – my downtime. We do a lot of entertaining this time of the year, with friends and family, sharing our beautiful space.
This July was different.
This July, I crashed.
I wasn’t sure what hit me. A flu? Perhaps a virus? Just a little tired, that’s all. My mind and body didn’t care what explanations I tried to come up with and no amount of morning coffee or my usual pushing through my exhaustion was going to work this time.
I was in such a body and brain fog that I could barely function. I experienced heart palpitations throughout the day, losing my breath from simply walking across the house. And I napped! I never nap!
I had no motivation. Emails piled up, posts went un-posted. The last thing I wanted to do was to engage in anything that demanded my attention, or needed me for anything. I had nothing to give.
Is this what depression feels like?
I work with a lot of clients in various states of depression but it’s never been my experience. A down day here and there but never days, or weeks, at a time.
I wondered when I would snap out of it; if I would snap out of it. Even as the fog of mind and body continued each day, I had the cognitive thinking to allow myself to feel whatever it was that I was feeling.
Then I knew; one of my daughter’s peers had died at the end of the school year; a tragic accident on the camping trip. I was grieving for the family, the community and my daughter.
This death hit her and her friends hard, of course it did.
I was grieving. Depression is grieving. So I spread my wings into the grief and stood still. I am grieving.
Megan Edge Healing, Master Healer
Intuitive Counsellor, Educator and Author
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