Babies are born longing for it. Without human touch and love, an infant will fail to thrive. In our digital age, are we thriving with the human connection?
Yesterday the therapist’s office was in a historic section of a small town. The house was enormous, sectioned off in office spaces for therapy appointments. The house smelled like the past, history and days gone by. Most rooms were well appointed with wallpaper and gaudy carpet. Entering the space to tell my story felt very welcoming, warm and open. It felt good to have an unbiased person here my story of longing and loss. Hope and preservation of who I am and always have been.
My story with her began when wellness was lost. Struggling with healing from a major surgery feels like a mountainous event. You live to be well. When that is stripped away at any level, it takes a village.
Telling the story wasn’t easy. It brought back so many emotions, opinions that were not necessarily the true case, words spilled and fell from a heart that felt abandoned a long time ago.
Years ago the words “you are hard to get close to” were uttered. What do you do with that? It felt like a brick wall. It still does. Try as we might, words like that don’t go away easily, no matter how hard we try. We long to be close. We pour our souls out with that longing. Independence strips it away. Our emotions and ways of dealing with life’s pressures eat away at it. We are too busy, too trapped in our own stuff to reach out more. Maybe we are burnt out from helping everyone else. Maybe because of our digital age we are losing more than we are gaining.
A recent Psychology Today elaborated on the topic of just how pervasive technology is in our daily lives. Devouring the article within the ten minute wait was very telling. If we don’t change the way we love, the connections we have will be lost to the digital age. I grew up without it. I had more friends back then. More people were in and engaged with my life. It is my solemn goal to get back to it. To sure up the connections in a very real and personal way. And to prove that I am not hard to get close to.
Recently inviting a friend over was first steps in reconnecting. Planning to do more. My life became small when illness crept in. My truest friends have stepped up and shown how much they truly care. For that I am so very grateful. And grateful will be a part of every day I am still here.
It’s time to prove that small, increases in connecting make a real difference in life. Regardless of naysayers. Game on.