Why do we feel helpless?
What causes helplessness?
I'm usually independent,
But currently what makes me feel helpless is the state of the world.
I know I can't change the world by myself,
But I can do something big or small to help the community.
So how can I give back?
One way I give back is with this podcast.
I search for topics that can help the listener ask introspective questions.
The only one that has the answers to those questions would be the person asking them.
I sometimes get those aha moments and I might have asked myself the same questions many times.
Sometimes it's just the phrasing of the question.
The Cambridge dictionary defines helplessness as the feeling or state of being unable to do anything to help yourself or anyone else.
Witherapy.
Org states,
Feelings of helplessness can be fueled by trauma,
Grief,
Stress,
Mental health conditions,
Isolations,
And many others.
And yes,
We have known isolation because of the pandemic.
The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart and all they can do is stare blankly.
F.
Scott Fitzgerald.
John Kornfield states,
It takes courage to grieve,
To honor the pain we carry.
We can grieve in tears or in meditative silence,
In prayer or in song.
In touching the pain of recent and long held griefs,
We come face to face with our genuine human vulnerability with helplessness and hopelessness.
These are the storm clouds of the heart.
One of the biggest effects in life is the inability to ask for help.
Robert Kiyosaki asking for help is difficult,
Especially when you don't know what to ask for.
You just need help.
I have found myself in this dilemma many times.
Sometimes just stating you need help will let others know you need help.
I was once told when I asked for help that I surprised them because I needed help since I usually look like I can do it all.
I can't.
That's impossible.
A few suggestions I've tried on asking for help.
Talk to someone you trust.
Write it down.
I wrote several books of poetry to get through my emotions.
Someone helped me be clearer minded so that I can ask for what I needed.
Always be kind to yourself.
You are valuable.
Know your worth.
The poem for this week is Frozen from Inspire Me Raw and also available in the compilation book Inspire Me series,
Book one and two.
Frozen Living on a stoop in a barrio in Chicago.
Summertime and everyone's outside.
Escaping sweltering heat from the un-air-conditioned apartments.
Everyone vocalizes in Spanish accents.
Puerto Ricans,
Mexicans,
Some gypsies too.
It's Bucktown in the 60s.
No attention to their surroundings.
Car breezing by open windows giving relief to drivers.
A two-year-old trotted down the sidewalk.
Mom unaware.
He steps onto the streets.
Pounding heart.
Can't speak.
I see but no words.
Feeling guilty but can't move.
He walks and hits sides the moving car.
He's thrown into the gutter.
His mom screams but he's okay.
Life continues reliving the moment.
I did nothing.
I froze.
Many blessings.
