Please Know That Things Will Get Better

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You feel stuck in your life and you don’t know what’s next. That empty feeling causes you to daydream in the shower and walk to the office without remembering how you arrived there.

You lost your job or your career feels like it’s going downhill faster than the Jamaican Bobsled Team in the classic movie Cool Runnings. Meanwhile, your colleagues from the last company are killing it and posting photos of all the places they get to visit with their golden ticket: the corporate card.

You are having a rough time because you just broke up with your romantic partner and you still don’t know why. You’re sure it’s their fault, but a small voice in your head says it might be yours.

We’re all waking up each day and dealing with difficult situations. To be human is to endure these difficulties on a daily basis and somehow find joyful moments in-between.

Every day I log in to my LinkedIn account and am overwhelmed by messages from people who are feeling so much pain. Many are unhappy in their jobs and some feel like they are living without any purpose.

The challenges of the current economic cycle scare many and some secretly feel in the back of their heads that they are about to endure a world of pain. My response to these messages is always the same: things will always get better.

I don’t know how or even why. All I know is that somehow, it always does.

On the day I walked away from a family business, my life felt like a mess. Imagining how I would ever recover seemed impossible. At one stage, my thoughts became so dark that I thought I would live out my existence living for free with a distant relative and never working again.

You know what? That phase passed. Everything was okay. A bank welcomed me with open arms and I realized there was a whole other world waiting for me on the other side of pain.

In the midst of mental illness, imagining a day free from dark thoughts and being able to sit quietly in a meeting room with other people and not wanting to run away due to my anxious thoughts, seemed impossible. Mental illness had been my existence for so long and any other way of living seemed impossible.