Mental Health Molasses
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What does that mean, precisely? Maybe volunteer at a soup kitchen, a homeless shelter, or a library to help regain some of your mojo. Trust me on this next one - life will get a whole lot better. Exercise helps, too, endorphins pulsing around in our minds like surfacing dolphins beside outgoing Clipper ships. Embrace hope in every shape and form. The world whirls on, so make good friends along the route. Go to the zoo when lost, ponder the Amur tigers in Bridgeport oozing power and sinewy grace, or checking out those peacocks, their colors will redeem, I swear they will one day deliver us all home. 
Mental illness is a heinous fact of the world, but people don't want to hear it. The lady beside me at CVS with two toddlers, and one developmentally disabled boy has more burdens and pressure than I could ever handle. Each of us are blessed and unique and capable of tremendous, life-affirming acts. Try to get through all the emotive static in our heads today and tomorrow, okay? Try is all I'd say – do our best to get through the daze and haze of low-grade paranoia on the rough nights and challenging mornings. If we get winded, let’s sit on a city stoop together, or a park bench. Rest well, too, and never avoid sleep. Sleep for at least a good five to eight hours each night, if at all possible. 
It’s refreshing to feel positive for once in our lives, don’t you think? Know that good people are out there, rooting hard for us. Feeling supported by the world can help us rise rapidly on stressful mornings, which builds our emotive vertebra which in turn helps switch on the gravitas lever we picked up somewhere along this extended and bumpy ride, near where fifty-something meshes into sixty and even higher. 
We might find ourselves lifted one day with a gust, leaving terra firma behind. Soar at a good clip when a breeze floats us higher still. The view is singular, stunning. Mist heals and feels like an aloe balm – when even the storm clouds offer comfort, ride them. Glide along. Don’t look down or back, my friend, enjoy the trip and breathe deeply and fully. Don’t forget how the cynical, cloying molasses has now been silenced, retreating beneath the neighbor’s crumbling stonewall, leaving our three wonderful words rising like balloons.
We are free.