The endurance of human beings never ceases to amaze me.
I sometimes work in jobs where there’s a larger team of about thirty. People often feel comfortable enough to talk to me. So I hear some deep problems. I then watch those people go about their working lives, with this weight heavily on their shoulders. They carry on. I guess it’s a very British thing to do; ‘Keep calm and carry on’. I don’t know how they do it sometimes.
I sit there, watching their heart break as they work. Mine breaks a little too.
It really impresses me too. That they stand up straight and keep going. Quietly continuing to move. Continuing to occupy themselves and their minds. Doing what they can to keep themselves from going a little more crazy. I’ve always felt that there should be an emergency mental health line. Something or somewhere that people can go when life just gets to that point where we can only just stop ourselves from going catatonic. Counsellors on hand 24/7. Fluffy baths, massage therapy. Just anything to bring that tiny bit of peace and rest to an overworked, overburnt mind.
If you’ve been there, you’ll know the torture. I certainly do.