HELP

I Need Help!…..Someone!.....Anybody!......Please….

I am an empath. And sometimes I don’t like it. Alongside being an empath is my own emotions. Being emotionally overwhelmed. And this is one of those write-ups I try to run away from. I feel icky about. I don’t want to share. I don’t want others to see. And I try to put it aside for later so no one tries to tie it to how I’m actually feeling now. In this very moment.

But I have to post it. Why? Because I believe He wants me to. God wants me to. He wants me to acknowledge it and accept it and then share it with whoever. We usually say the world, but let’s be honest not everyone would see it.

And so here I am, putting this out there:

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How does one ask for help?

When you don’t know what’s wrong but you know that something is wrong.

When you know what is wrong but you don’t know how to fix it.

When you’ve cried to God but still feel like you need to do something. Read a book or books on that situation. But then there is the issue of the overload of information in the world and it becomes overwhelming and you start to feel crushed under the weight of it all. Instead of getting help, you turn away because you don’t know where to start from. And then you retreat.

And then you start to find things to go to, to either help push the pain away or solve it, but they turn out to be temporary. Food. Sleep. Movies. Fantasy Books. Music. Social Media. Drugs. Alcohol. Cigarettes. Parties. Something. Anything. To fill up that void, that ache you have within you.

Talk to someone. Who? Therapists? They cost. You don’t have that money right now.

You don’t know who to talk to because your trust in people has been tampered and you can’t trust that they’d listen to you and not try to make it about them. Or, you don’t reach out to your people because they also have what they are dealing with and you don’t want to dump on them. Or you can’t find the words, you don’t know if they would have the solutions, or they don’t. Or they just don’t see you, can’t see you.

How do you ask for help in a world filled with so many distractions?

Everyone is selfish and they are justifying it. Not judging, I understand, but then I don’t understand at the same time.

Help……Help Me, Please…..Someone…..Anyone…… I hear Simba’s voice as I write. Young Simba, standing over his dad’s body, no one in sight. No one to help.

I believe God sends us people, I just don’t know where mine are, or I don’t know how to ask mine, or I don’t trust mine, or I don’t know if mine have the solutions. Or, and I think this is it, I don’t know how to ask for help.

We say that people should just know. They should be able to tell. They should read signs and signals. They should pay attention. But we also say that people are not magicians, no one can read minds, and no one will know if you don’t speak.

Speak…..cry out…..

But how do you even do that?

How does one cry out?

And when no one responds like in Simba’s case, what do we do then? What’s the next step?

Maybe just like Simba, we leave that place and try to run away, seek out help, until we pass out….?

I don’t know the answer to this, and I pray for everyone seeking help, that they find it, that they find genuine help and never feel like they are alone in this Big Bad World.

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How Are You?🥺