Negative Actions and Depression – Part Two

Actions Speak Louder than Words? NOPE

I’ve always known Actions and Words can hurt. Bullying is sadly still as strong today (though different) as when I was growing up. It’s not something you notice forty years ago, not to the extent it is now. You were expected to be strong and get over it. Some people still say this or make a bad joke out of a situation. Nobody ever helped me through being bullied. I was generally smiling in those days. Even if I was a bit broken underneath. It wasn’t something I understood at the time. The common comment if someone physically attacked you was ‘hit them harder than they hit you and they won’t touch you again.’ 

Personally I don’t think Actions speak louder than Words. I think they are about the same, just used in different ways and not always in a positive directions. I tend to be a calm person, kind to others, helpful and put my cheerful face on. This is the one which can be fake for many with mental health issues. I smile because it is better than crying. It is a rare event to find me teary these days, unless I’m in the UK where tears seem to hit frequently last time I was there. Mind I mentioned that in my last post.
The last time I remember crying is about three days prior to my baby daughter passing away due to to many congenital defects. I went out for a walk, little money on my bankcard, the Auckland Domain was busy and nobody seemed to notice how upset I was. I had a coffee then left the café and sat on the grass where I cried quietly, tears running down my face, knowing our daughter would be leaving us to become an angel to watch over us. I didn’t want her to go. I wanted someone to talk to, nobody came. everyone was to busy. I was on my own. My husband was looking after our other children, though we managed to fly him up on the morning Anastasia passed over. She died in his arms. Even now, nineteen year later, I can’t believe she has gone. She was a beautiful baby and taught us so much during the time she was here.
The next time I cried was after her burial. I had literally switched off my emotions, I did it so well, it is probably why I don’t cry so often anymore. Anyway, I remember taking the children to the swimming pool (ACTION) that afternoon and I sat in the spa pool in a corner and cried while my husband and a few other adults watched the children play. It was better to see them happy than sad. This is also when my anxiety and depression kicked in fully, though I didn’t recognise it for what it was until a few years later.

I tend to get off track. I do remember a lot of action and words during these years. I have a mind which if triggered, it over things everything for days. Lack of sleep is something I’ve suffered from for years. I can’t even blame my kids, though I’m sure as a parent, this is when it starts.

I grew up learning to help others, doing voluntary work, helping my mum put of posters for the history society, doing a paper round to earn some pocket money. Most of my childhood was fun and filled with cycle rides down country roads, playing cricket on the school grounds, going carol singing at Christmas. I went to church, sang on stage, in my late teens i joined a theatre group and we did a few musicals.
Behind the scenes of life were the actionable bullying, be it kids from school or my sister. I don’t recall having many issues with my brother, though like all siblings I’m sure we fought at times.

Needless to say, do actions really speak louder than words? I don’t think they do. Words can be hurtful and push you to the edge the same as seeing a comment on social media from someone you know. Nobody is positive 100% of the time. Reminding a friend in person or private chat is far better than announcing it to the world in a social media group, none of us know how close to the edge a person is with their mental health. I have had to breakdowns due to others and life situations. They aren’t nice at all, and the worst of it. Both incidents were brought on by friends, both in actions (how they spoke to me in person) and what they actually did. This is now why I trigger so much easier and have anxiety. Then came covid, within months of me returning to New Zealand, which also didn’t help, nor did changing where we lived. I’ve lost contact with a lot of old friends in the area and due to one thing or another, I don’t really see any of them and some don’t seem to be interested in re-connecting either. I do leave messages at times, so it isn’t all on me. As for family here. Not heard a peep out of most of them in the last two and a half years.

In the publishing world, I’ve assisted many authors and writers with various information. Many have never said thank you, several others have technically scammed me. Now that did hurt. You help make sure three books an author has published won’t get you sued due to copyright infringement and help them with a fourth which they have to pay for. Then you’re waiting on book five which your contractor is working on and it suddenly appears to be published. WHAT THE HELL… Apparently, I didn’t do much and I was to expensive. I beg to differ, especially with the amount of time I wasted on them. This was from an author who I did FREE work for. They never contacted me, which is what upset me more than anything. Lesson learnt. I don’t do FREE work for anyone anymore. I’m worth more than that. As I say to people…You pay your plumber, then pay me for work done. This particular author is now blocked on social media. Talk about action speaking as loud as words…

Due to all this one of my main phrases I use is ‘Are you sure.’ This links back to my insecurity and when people help me. Their usual reply ‘If I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t ask.’ I need to remind myself to stop and realise this. It’s been difficult to move through this.
I may be quiet, though it doesn’t mean I’m not helping someone somewhere or having a few moments to myself. We all need to be more respectful of each other. We all fail at this at some time or other. Stop with the negative actions and words, be nice. We are humans first. Everything else is learnt behaviours from those around us. Value each others opinions, even if you don’t agree with them. It is their choice, not yours.

Then I found this, my friend/sister posted this on Facebook. It’s a preview of a story written by an up and coming author who has given permission to share. We will learn more about this new author at a later date. Anyway, this post resonates with me and what I’ve written.

“It’s not easy being the good guy, you know? You have to remember things like trust, loyalty, morals and respect. You have to stand your ground and maintain your focus, even when all around you, others begin to fall. You must control your emotions and confront your fears. You must learn to read between the lines, to see past the masks of illusion and find the truth. You must learn from the past, no matter how ugly it is, so you can make the right decisions, not for yourself, but for the sake of a better future.

But above all, you must understand that life in general, runs on free will. There cannot be light without the darkness, there cannot be life without death, and there cannot be free will, without something to challenge it. Life is about choosing wisely, and having the freedom to do so without being judged, for it is not up to the people to judge one another. No, Death is the ultimate judge, and those who choose wisely the path they walk, should have no reason to fear him.”

https://www.facebook.com/MaraReitsma/posts/10159621327470535

Be safe. Be good. Stay positive.

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Delta is HERE! Opinion Piece…

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 It’s been a weird 18 months to say the least with Covid coming and going and now we have Delta,  which we seem to be managing to contain, which is another win for New Zealand. We went into lockdown within 12 hours of the case been reported. At that time nobody could confirm it was Delta, though it now shows it was. Better safe than sorry. Even so, Delta took off and spread. (Confirmation came through a few hours later.)

It’s nice to be free to do what you want when you’re not in a virus war. Though we aren’t there yet, we have peaked and cases are getting lower, sadly one elderly lady died, and my condolences go to this family. It is also known this lady had other health issues. 

Most of the Delta cases are in Auckland, who are on a level 4 lockdown, meanwhile the rest are on a level 3 lockdown and looking forward to level 2. Vaccinations are up and now offered to 12 yrs upwards. It is still your choice. 

Similar to other countries, we also have a tracker, (for those with a phone) though ours isn’t the government stalking us. All information is private unless you become a contact of someone with the virus, then you are REQUESTED… to give information so the virus can be traced to keep our communities safe. If you don’t have a phone you will be requested to sign in on paper at all businesses. This will be mandatory as of the 7th Sept due to the lack of use during level one when we were all complacent and thought we were safe…humm. Masks are also Mandatory when out shopping. I rarely go out due to anxiety when wearing a mask. I tend to stay in our car. 

The rest of the world watch and thinks we’re in cages, have communism and stuff. Makes me laugh at all the fake news we hear from others. Including some of our own people. Most of us prefer to work together to rid ourselves of this virus rather than spread it. Do you want to know why?

Well, my opinion—putting it mildly, is that we have 5 million Kiwis in New Zealand. 2.7 million of those are working adults. No idea how many are front-line workers. (like my husband) Now imagine if Delta got out of control here! The country would literally shut down. No imports, exports, nobody to work the front line…It would be a bloody mess. We export food worldwide… which means you’d be without as well. One London reporter told people the only reason we lockdown is because we can afford it. NO WE CAN’T. More to the point, we can’t afford NOT TO.

Since many countries have millions of people, you don’t notice the little things. I’ve heard many say Delta isn’t as bad as people think. Once again, with a smaller population, you see things better. When we had Covid the first time, one person infected 89 people at a wedding. With Delta, so far we have over 753 people connected to ONE person who got Delta, (so far) with around 37,000 people in isolation as contacts or having been in the same locations (over 400 of them) as contacts. We have 43 in hospital and 7 in ICU. This is a lot more than last time. This isn’t much compared to some countries until you look at statistics… 

Our Delta came from New South Wales via a person coming home and in MIQ (Quarantine) They have yet to discover how it got out from there to the community. One thing I would like to know is where NSW got Delta from! Since we’re both Islands with only residents returning, it makes things—in general, easier to discover.

Our daily count is going down. Last one I saw were 20 new community cases via contacts. Here is hoping we’ll beat it again.