Showing posts with label depression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label depression. Show all posts

Sunday, 10 January 2016

Why I Love Talking On The Phone...


We all know I have a tendency to err on the side of the anxious every now and again and with that in mind, not many people understand why I like to talk on the phone. Truth is quite a lot of my stresses and anxieties stem from things I can’t control and the paranoia of the unknown - talking on the phone helps me tick off a few of those boxes that stress me out so much, so that I don’t need to worry. If this doesn’t make sense stick with me, because hopefully it’ll all become a little clearer. 




If a person is talking to me on the phone, it’s because they want to dedicate that time to me and they care about what I think enough to call to ask about it or to hash out some of life's many mysteries. 

If a person is talking to me on the phone and they’ve called me, rather than vice versa, it means to me that they care. The idea that this person, who’s name is flashing on my own phone screen, wants to talk to me is reassuring as hell. If they’re calling me back, then they care enough to call back, rather than just respond with a “You Called?” text message. 

I like talking on the phone because it’s so much more sincere and reassuring even if you’re talking nonsense. Hearing someone laugh is chicken soup for the soul. Just because they’ve typed out “Hahahaha, that’s so funny…” it doesn’t mean anything made them laugh at all; hearing someone’s actual laugh rumble in their chest is so reassuring because you know it’s real, you know they’re amused by something you said and enjoying your company. 

I like talking on the phone because it’s a much nicer way to get to know someone; ten text messages in as many hours tells me nothing, except that you’ve been busy today but not REALLY busy. A ten minute phone call at the end of the day speaks volumes. I’d much prefer that. 
It tells me that you want to talk to me before you go to sleep, maybe you’d just like to hear my voice, or simply just tell me something funny that happened to you that day because it’ll come across so much more effectively if you call rather than try and explain a had-to-be-there moment in a quickly tapped-out text of 140 characters. 

Sometimes, I need someone’s opinion on something and I need it now, people can’t always wait for them to get to a break in their scheduled TV watching for the night, check their phone and then get back to me. 

Someone who I love talking on the phone to, although we need to talk far more, is Sarah White. Sarah is so bubbly all the time that her excitement for life rubs off on me when we talk on the phone and we find ourselves gushing with laughter and sentences that run over each others because we’re happy just to be talking to each other and filling each other in with various new developments of our lives.

I like talking to my colleagues at work on the phone because we all know each other well enough that by putting a different tone of voice on, an otherwise normal phrase, it means something entirely different. It’s not always appropriate to say what you really mean in a crowded office/busy shop floor. That sentiment makes sense to me, but it’s quite hard to describe. I hope you know what I mean. 

I’ve learned from talking to my Dad on the phone what it sounds like when someone’s stepped out to have a cigarette and call you at the same time. There’s a very distinctive sound of a long drag on a cigarette, followed by a “Mm-yeah…” a quick forced exhale and then the rest of their carefully chosen sentence. I want to learn little things like that about more people. 

 I want to talk to people on the phone so much more, because I’ll know them so much better after. I’ll know what they sound like after a rough day at work, after they’ve been crying, or after they’ve just had some amazing news that they can’t wait to share. I want to hear them settling down onto the sofa with a glass of wine, or crawling into bed because I know they don’t mind winding down their day by talking the time away with me. 

If this whole idea seems entirely crazy to you, and calling someone seems a little behind on the times, then I do kind of understand. Why pick up the phone to call someone when you could have a speedy support session via text?

Obviously a phone call isn’t always appropriate - but when it is, call. 

Tuesday, 26 August 2014

It's Okay not to be O.K



It’s in sadness that the internet has been flooded with tributes, posts and comments regarding the untimely loss of Robin Williams; comedy genius and, according to family, friends and cast mates, the nicest man you’d ever meet.

Once someone has killed themselves, it is easy to look back and say you always knew it would happen – the sentiment of ‘always being able to see the sadness around their eyes’ comes far too easily to people who don’t know what else to say. The truth is, unless you followed Robin William’s life closely, you probably didn’t have any inkling that this would be the path he’d take; neither did I.
According to press, and to me it sounds quite likely, Kate Middleton had various counselling sessions before her announcement that she would be joining the Royal Family – a set of strict events that has been put in place to prevent situations like Princess Diana happening again. Whilst pregnant with Prince William, Diana is said to have thrown herself not only down the stairs but also into a glass cabinet before taking further actions to end her life. (Diana did not successfully commit suicide; however she was killed in a car accident in France, August 1997. This incident is surrounded in speculation, controversy and conspiracy but a large percentage of people choose to believe the accident was just that; an accident.) From the outside looking in, it would seem Kate Middleton has adjusted well to life as a Royal and is blossoming into her role as mother to Prince George, born July 2013. However, who is to know what happens behind closed doors; the Robin Williams case illustrates that we don’t.





Certain celebrities have been more open with their depression diagnoses; Demi Lovato, Winona Ryder and Eminem are just to name a few. Lovato sought treatment for Bipolar Disorder, Bulimia and Drug Addiction in October 2010 and has since become a Mental Health advocate, raising awareness of depression and sober living.  Winona Ryder is said to have spiraled into depression after her break-up with actor Johnny Depp, falling asleep with cigarettes lit and setting herself on fire gave her the mindset to seek treatment. 

For more information on mental illness, please have a read of the following links, and don’t be afraid to ask anyone questions –
The Mental Health Foundation
http://www.mentalhealth.org.uk/
Rethink Mental Illness
http://www.rethink.org/

This post isn’t meant to be a list of suicidal celebrities and what they’re doing now, it’s meant to be the reassurance that all these once suicidal people are now doing things – they’ve come through it, and most importantly I think they’ve accepted that it’s okay to not be okay. 

I’ll say it again, because I know we all struggle to hear it sometimes. 

It’s okay to not be okay. 

To all my friends that I don’t ask enough - how are you? I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to realise that sometimes that’s all you need. If you have friends you haven’t spoken to in a while – just ask them how they’re doing. Sometimes it’s nice to know that someone’s thinking of you even if it’s just fleeting. I don’t want to be on your mind all the time, just for a minute when you see something that reminds me of you. 

When I get sad, and just because I do it doesn’t mean I’m depressed (people are allowed down days), I try to think about the Hugh Grant quote from Love, Actually. I’m sure you know the one I mean, but I’ll put it in anyway because it’s a nice read. 

“Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinions are starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.”

If you are sad, and I haven’t noticed, I am sorry. Find someone who you love or who loves you and feel special - because you are, any of you; all of you. I don’t want this post to be gushy and awkward, I just think it’s important that people understand that even in the darkest moments there will always be someone who loves you – even if it is just me.  

Being sad does not make you weird; we all get sad. Sometimes I have days where I can stub my toe ,or run out of coffee, and cry for hours. People of the world, please make sure your friends know that you love them even if it takes extra time out of your day; I can guarantee that it’ll do you good too – good deeds make everyone feel good. 

Want someone to talk to?
Samaritans UK - 08457 909090 (All)
Calm: 0800 585858 (Men, aged 18-35)
HopeLine UK – 0800 068 4141 (Young People, in general)
Me:
LTBrookman@gmail.com (Anyone and everyone.) 

For those on the ledge, please realise suicide is final. No second chances, no negotiations, no plea bargains. You are worth more than that. I believe in you.