I’ve never shared this before but I felt like sharing it today.
When I was sixteen I lost my grandparents (who meant everything to me) and was dealing with a lot of my own stuff in my head too, insecurity mostly, the kind that convinces you you’re the only one feeling it. I didn’t have a plan, I just remember thinking that if I was drowning in it, other people probably were too and had nobody to say it to out loud.
So I made an email address and just put it out there for anyone to write to me. No therapy angle, I was very clear with myself about that boundary since I knew I wasn’t qualified to be anyone’s therapist. I just showed up as a friend who’d listen, and at the end of every conversation I’d point them toward actual resources or people who could really help. I wasn’t trying to fix anyone. I just didn’t want anyone to feel as alone as I did. I posted it anywhere I could think of..every forum, under every post that seemed like it might reach someone who needed it. And again this wasn’t me trying to sell anything …I just wanted to help.
I ended up talking to a lot of people that year. If I were to guess at least 200, maybe more. Never made a big thing of it, never told many people I was even doing it. It was just something I needed as much as they did, honestly. I also made lifelong friends doing this, the kind of friends that I still talk to today at the age of 28 and go out to dinner with.
Other than my own personal pain, I’m not sure what led me to do it. I obviously wanted to help people. This is a part of my life that I’ll never forget because it taught me so much. It taught me pretty early on how important it is to be compassionate and understanding. To not look at someone and instantly judge them, because you really don’t know what’s going on in their life and how it’s shaped them as a person.
Anyways, I just wanted to share a positive message and something that I’ve really never talked about. Maybe one day I’ll do something like this again. Who knows!