Posted by The Ladder People’s Visit
Only on super rare occasions would someone come down into my well. That first visit had me shocked that somebody could actually reach me all the way down here. And connect! Instead of leaning over the ledge to look down or sitting on the ledge with their backs to me, these people extended a ladder into my depression hole and properly visited me. Not only were they capable of entering my domain but they were empathetic. They listened and talked to me. Not at me. Never once making me feel like they didn’t believe me. Nor did they ever give me the feeling that it was my fault or had anything to do with me as an individual. I knew I could trust this kind of person.
Interacting with Ladder people was different because they saw that all I needed was someone to listen and believe me. These people actually understood that giving me time and space to express how I felt was all I needed. I didn’t have to be this cheerful version of myself for them to feel comfortable. None of this toxic ‘I only do positivity, keep your negativity to yourself while I share all of the bad stuff that’s happenend to me’ type of thinking. You could say that they noticed my cup was empty and didn’t think twice to pour a little from theirs. Taking time out of their schedule to just listen. It never was about telling me what to do or leaving their emotional garbage for me to sort out. No matter at what level in my depression hole I was they’d want to spend time regardless.
Ladder People visits would bring me slightly closer to the surface and left me feeling a bit better. Things always seemed brighter after them stopping by. It was also through them that I realized I didn’t have to stay stuck in this depression hole. There was a way out. The ladder they used however was only meant to be used by them. I would have to learn to create my own if I wanted to successfully climb in and out.
To be continued…
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