SELF-REFLECTION’S VOICE

A Cry for Help From Mirror Mirror on My Wall

Are you watching and listening when the wounded soul looks straight at you, begging for help?

This morning was different than my 4 am mental bible verse, powerfully lifting my feet out of bed, getting dressed for my workout, and ready for a new day to unfold. I lay there, not wanting to move. I didn’t care about a new day and needed the whole bible recited to me if I would rise in any fashion worth its time.

I knew my world was shifting again. I could hold on and brace myself for the emotional tremors, but at that moment, I didn’t care if I was thrown clear of the scene for my mental safety.

When I made my way to the bathroom to wash my face, the cool water tempered my hot, flushed skin and soothed my puffy eyes.

When I looked up into the mirror, I saw her. My wounded soul stood there. I mistakenly thought she was healed and whole, but there she was, pools of tears overfilling and covering my luminous green eyes and their glittering gold specks.

I couldn’t close my eyes because I knew she would be gone if I did. In her place would be a familiar reflection of putting myself together, ignoring the signs and cries so I could fix the minimal amount and still function.

Instead, I looked straight into her eyes and promised to stay. I vowed to help myself. I won’t go backward in my mental recoveries or spiral down my well-traveled whole of depression. I’m here to stay watching and listening, whether tears of joy, screams of pain, or a calm silence.

Today was different because I needed to see. I’m not lost when I can face myself, stick around, and live the excruciating fight to survive. I am worth it and know that if you are going through a struggle that pulls you down, too, you are worth it.

Listen to your cry for help and let others hear it. We are all parts of a whole family of God. Protect each other. Accept each other and blessings from hands He sends to hold yours through this. Miracles can happen in the dark, too. I assure you, you aren’t alone, even if the only person you see is in the mirror.

Thank you for taking the time to read my writing. It’s encouraging knowing I’m not writing into the abyss but hopefully reaching those who need it most.

Enjoy some more encouragement for your day.

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