Security

My sister Marina (left) and I.

Today I feel a little lighter and it’s not just because Dave and I have finally started exercising (though I have woken up all the better for stretching).

Yesterday I had a really good, honest conversation with my sister in which I shared a side of me I’m not proud of; a side I called ‘ugly’.

Reflecting on how I feel having gotten that horrible, heavy stuff off my chest, I have titled this post ‘Security’. It could just as well have been ‘Comfort’,‘Trust’, ‘Non-Judgment’, ‘Pure Friendship’, ‘Honesty’ or ‘Risk’. They are all things that come to mind when I think about what it means to be one hundred per cent true with another. The risk in letting the cat out of the bag is that the cat wanders. There’s a lot of trust being put in place here.

It got me thinking about the difference it makes to mental health (which in turn affects our physical health) to have a person in our lives with whom we feel secure in letting it ALL out. I wish that difference for everyone. I reckon the world would be a better, happier place, if we each felt secure, comforted, accepted, loved and lighter regardless of the internal weight we carry.