It’s pretty exhausting to live in a society where asking for help equals failure. It’s difficult to give help and support when there’s so much judgment in the air. The line between being a whinger and pretending you’ve got it all under control seems to be shifting more towards ‘put on a brave face’.
No wonder clinical depression is a major symptom of our civilisation. We weigh up our particular problem against the horrible, huge inhumanities others might face and then tuck it away in the place we keep for shameful thoughts. We minimise and allow others to minimise things we struggle with.
What’s the trick? How do we ask for comfort and nourishment when we’re overwhelmed? How can we be sure we’re being bullied and not just taking something personally because we’re not completely resilient at the time? How far does it have to go before we say something?
Me? Oh, I’m fine, thanks. I was only asking for a friend.
Photopolymer Etching - Charbonnel ink on Stonehenge paper. Chine collè on Gampi silk.
65 x 50 cm
February 25, 2020