Every so often I will see something that reminds me I am alive and worth keeping that way.
Recently it is this…
I pass this tree every week when I drive into the city. My kids ask me about it. What it means. Why did someone paint it?
Although they are 4 and 5 years old I explain…
You know how I get really sad or angry or tired sometimes and can’t explain why I feel yuck?
They nod and listen as I explain that sometimes people feel embarrassed to talk to other people about feeling sick inside.
Instead of going to the “talking doctor” (what the kids call my psychiatrist) they bottle it up and get sicker.
The trees are a reminder to everyone that it is important to ask for help. And to ask people you know if they need help if they don’t seem alright to you.
When they are older I’ll share the full story of why the Blue Tree Project began in Australia…
But for now I’ll drive past the blue tree and let it remind me…
That I matter to people who love me no matter what my depression tells me.
That as insignificant as I feel my support, encouragement, words or shared experiences are important. If me being open about my mental illness encourages anyone (perhaps even my children) to speak up and ask for help then that means a successful life to me.
Has anyone else seen a Blue Tree in their area? Feel free to add a link to your blog and photo in the comments, I’d love to see the photos.