I am a lucky person, I have lots of good friends, great family, and a brilliant support network in my life. Whenever life is tough I have people who I can rely on. The thing that may surprise most of them, is that I am sure they wouldn’t even recognise the fact that they had given me support.
How can that be you may ask yourself? They must have realised that I was feeling down, or that something was worrying me. Maybe they did but a lot of the times I am sure that they didn’t.
The reason for this is the type of support I needed was very simple. I just needed people to treat me normally, to listen, and to talk about themselves, their families, what they had been up to.
A lot of people think that supporting someone who has a mental illness means listening to their problems/issues and needing to give advice.
Most of the time, for me at least, that isn’t the case. I just want to be distracted, to listen to others, or simply to know that people haven’t forgotten me.
Some of the forms of support that meant a lot to me were just random but well timed text messages from friends asking how I was or giving a bit of news from their lives. These started a little conversation and made me feel needed, wanted or involved.
I don’t think people understand how much a text or email or phone call saying something like "I saw this and it reminded me of that time that we..." or "I heard this song on the radio do you remember when we were..." can mean.
So really, what I am trying to say is that support comes in many forms, often without you knowing, so if you know someone who needs your support, or you suspect needs your support, just be normal, have a conversation, offer some memories.
Just show you care.