To the teller at the TD Bank in Fonthill, whose name I did not catch, thank you.
You asked what I was doing [for work] and I decided to, for ONCE, be honest. I said “I write a blog”.
“About what?” you asked.
“About anxiety, depression, mental health” I replied.
To my surprise you seemed impressed with my response. You said I was brave to talk about these things and get them out in the open. I think you even thanked me! I had no idea that admitting that I write this blog would have such a positive impact. If I was smarter I would have given you a card with the name of my blog on it but hey, one day at a time. Maybe that could be a goal I work towards, feathering my cards to potential future readers. Hmmm. Interesting.
I feel like this is a sign. I took the leap and decided to stop making up some “normal” job that I do not have and just admit that I am currently writing (instead unemployed and on Disability). I am not currently making any money from it and that is FINE. I do not write to make money. That would be nice, of course. But I write for the love of writing, venting, and typing. If that goes somewhere I’d be over the moon but for now I am just happy that someone I don’t even know is happy that I am writing about mental health and the struggles of having a mental health problem.
I will never forget the feeling I got talking to the teller at my bank about my blog. I will never forget the way she looked at me, very genuinely and almost with respect. For that I will be forever grateful.
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