After I shared my own story with the veterinary world regarding depression and suicidal thoughts, I learned how valuable it is to be there for that person and how an inch can, in fact, be a mile.
Question: What’s the difference between enjoying the scenery and falling off a cliff?
Answer: One inch.
Earlier this year, I shared the story of my struggle with post-partum depression and suicidal ideation. I was incredibly honoured, humbled and overwhelmed by the responses I received. Total strangers thanked me for helping shine a light into their darkness. They connected with the description of my anxious, overanalytical mind – something I dubbed “border collie brain.” And mamas with babies of all ages told me over and over: “This is me” and “I needed this today.” As I read the responses, I felt a sense of responsibility to those taking the time to share their stories with me. I took the better part of a day making sure that I responded to every single comment and message I received. Thank you for sharing. Thank you for staying. I see you. Just keep going. I began to wonder if I was doing enough. Now that the weight of these struggles had been shared with me, what was my responsibility in carrying them and honouring those who opened themselves up? Knowing there were veterinarians and mothers out there who were hurting, what was my role in helping them? It felt like something for which I was utterly under-qualified