I woke up this morning and I felt that the house was colder than usual. Then, I remembered hearing news of a cold front that was moving in. My first thought was to check the furnace to make sure everything was running as it needed to be. It was. Things just seemed a little colder today.
I started my usual routine and I was still cold. Drank a cup of coffee, still cold. Then I thought about what it would be like if I didn’t have what I have now. What if I didn’t have a roof over my head or a furnace to keep my family warm at night? A chill came over me, making me colder still…
I’ve struggled with my depression for a long time it seems. Longer than I’d care to. But one thing that I’ve noticed, especially around the holidays, is that helping people always made me feel better. By helping people, somehow I am able to remove myself from whatever it is I am feeling at the moment and I feel better. Random acts of humanity probably saved my life and I never knew it.
Cut to this morning…
I’ve made attempts at gathering warm clothes and canned goods in the past. I was able to get some friends to help out over the years, but recently I had stopped. I had other things going on, and I’d forgotten something that made me feel good again. Compassion.
So this year I’m trying again. Let’s try and help.
EDIT: I’ll be starting to collect items this week. I’ll be starting with some of my own stuff and asking friends and family if they have anything to donate. I will also be taking any canned goods that might be available.