What is it in our culture that is quick to downgrade the importance of supporting one another? The root might be buried under our secret lives that we decorate daily with intentions of crafting our public facing persona. I have heard the term of supporting someone as becoming an enabler, not letting the person pull themselves up by their own boot straps or being accused of thinking that person can't handle it. On the other side I wonder if those of us seeking support fear the love. Letting people in to support us leaves our true self vulnerable to being seen, judged and possibly we think we are valued as people based on those judgments. Do we ultimately fear the love we do and don't give and do and don't receive is a reflection of how valuable we are? I understanding the mental core programming, but I don't agree with it.
Talking with a friend about her recent experience losing her husband, I told her I seek to be the change I want to see. I want to be the long term supporter.
The problem, after the drama fades the support dilutes or diminishes all together. Those seeking the thrill of being the savior, rescuer or getting credit for being the light in the dark move on to their next dramatic adventure. Those left behind are the wise, those who truly understand how love works and how it must be nurtured to be kept healthy.
I promise to pace myself in order not to burn out, I will keep in touch and nurture those I know need more than ever to be told over and over again they are not alone nor forgotten.