I thought I’d start my journey with 642 Tiny Things To Write About with something sweet, does anyone else have an experience to share?
Describe the smallest kindest thing that anyone has ever done for you.
As I have written about before, a few years ago in the middle of my worst mental breakdown, I tried to commit suicide.
I’ll skip over the gory details.
After I was released from hospital, it was weeks before I was given an appointment with the relevant mental health team in my area. I was itching for help, barely hanging on by a thread. I needed to be seen.
I was eventually given an appointment with a doctor, when, barely 5 minutes into seeing him, the fire alarm went off.
The whole building was evacuated and I was driven into the street in the middle of the worst, most heartbreaking appointment of my life.
I was shaking, crying, stumbling, lost, confused, still suicidal.
I was in no state to be out in public let alone being stared at while a mental health facility was being evacuated with a blaring alarm going off in the background.
I shakily lit up a cigarette, averted my tear stained face from the growing crowd and started to make my way home.
I had given up on the appointment, given up on trying to get help. Given up on life.
It felt like a sign from the universe. The deafening siren was telling me, nothing will help, nothing will get better.
But then, a young man walked over to me, put his hand on my shoulder, looked into my eyes and just simply said “It’s going to get better, trust me, I’ve been there” he turned me away from the crowd and kept me talking until we were allowed back into the building.
I had never seen him before and have never seen him since but thank you kind stranger, in the worst moments of my life, you showed me great care and compassion. You gave me that little bit of extra strength I needed to stick out my appointment and get on the path to wellness.
I am where I am today, dear kind stranger, because you took 10 minutes out of your day to comfort an unwell stranger.