I like the sentiment that perhaps our purpose here, in any given moment, is to help someone else through a difficult period. I suppose that is why I volunteered with Victim’s Services for five years, to help others in whatever small way that I could. You never know the impact that a simple outreached hand can make, and it’s always worth putting out, because there is nothing lost in the action.
Steve Rose puts this sentiment in the context of veterans, but I think the same applies to most people with depression: how to identify with the society in which we live, and it doesn’t matter if it is civilian or military; those terms are just linguistic compartments demarcating parts of society.
The next time you see someone, whether they be a stranger or a friend, who looks like they might need a hand, offer it to them. Maybe they don’t take that hand, but at least they know that someone cared enough to offer.
“If you try to do only for yourself, you’ll only get so far in life. If you reach out to touch other people, you can fix your own soul.” – Bryan A. Wood
In my previous four posts, I have tried to shed some light on why people die by suicide. In this post, I discuss what saves people from suicide. Here, I explore how the act of service to others can save oneself from the grip of suicidal despair.
This post was inspired by a comment from a fellow blogger who said this philosophy has been his salvation. He writes:
…once I’ve accepted that my life is fundamentally expendable, no longer worth living, I get on with it and do what I can, each act of generosity makes me feel better about myself, rebuilds my confidence if not my validity, sometimes it’s a long hike, a very long time…
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