Hope in a Hopeless World

Mental Health Outreach

Even Therapists, Need Therapists

MH Awareness, You are not alone /

“Ms. Crystal, if you’re here seeing people all day, then when do you get to go to the doctor or see a therapist?” That question came from a five-year-old client. And honestly, it stopped me in the best way. What I love most about his question is what wasn’t in it. He didn’t ask if I needed support. He didn’t question whether therapists struggle. He didn’t wonder if I ever felt overwhelmed or needed help sorting through emotions. He simply assumed that I did. And then he wondered, very thoughtfully, when I take care of myself. There’s something deeply honest about the way children see the world. They haven’t yet learned the quiet, unspoken rules adults often carry: that we’re supposed to have it together, that needing help is something to hide, that certain roles (like “therapist”) mean you’ve somehow outgrown your own humanity. So I told him the truth. I explained that even though it might seem like I’m here all the time, I do have time in my day to take care of myself, including going to appointments when I need them. His question stayed with me. Because it highlights something many of us forget: We are not meant to do life alone. Somewhere along the way, many of us begin to believe we’re above needing support. Or that needing help means we’re not strong enough, not capable enough, not “together” enough. Here’s the reality: Even therapists need therapists.Even therapists have moments where emotions feel messy, confusing, or too big to sort through alone.Even therapists cry.Even therapists need someone to sit with them, reflect back what they’re feeling, and help them put words to their inner world.Even therapists can experience poor mental health. Being a therapist doesn’t make someone immune to being human. If anything, it deepens the awareness of just how important connection, reflection, and support really are. The truth is, needing support isn’t a weakness; it’s part of being human. That five-year-old understood something many adults are still learning:Care is not something we outgrow.Support is not something reserved for “when things are really bad.”And no one is meant to carry everything on their own. So if you’ve been feeling like you should be able to handle it all by yourself, consider this your gentle reminder: You don’t have to. And you were never meant to.

When the Pot Boils Over

Self Worth, You are not alone /

Tonight, I was making the most basic dinner, mac and cheese, for my 8 year old. Nothing fancy. Just noodles, a pot of boiling water, and a quiet moment in the kitchen. And then a memory came back. When I was a kid, maybe pre teen age, I remember watching my mom cook mac and cheese. The water would start to bubble and rise, getting close to spilling over the edge of the pot. She would quickly walk over, stir it, and just like that, the water would settle back down. It looked so simple. So naturally, when I started making mac and cheese on my own, I did what I had seen. The water would start to boil over, and I would rush over and stir the pot. But it didn’t work. The water kept rising. Spilling. Making a mess. I remember thinking, Why does it work for her, but not for me? This happened more than once. Each time, I tried to copy exactly what I thought she was doing. Stir the pot. That’s the trick, right? Until one day, I watched more closely. She wasn’t just stirring the pot. She was also turning down the heat. And when I finally did both, stirring and lowering the heat, it worked. Like magic, the water stopped threatening to spill over. Standing in my kitchen tonight, watching the same kind of pot simmer, I couldn’t help but think about how often we do this in our own lives. We watch other people and try to do what they’re doing. We try the routines, the habits, the self-care strategies, the productivity hacks. We do X, Y, Z because it seems to work for someone else. And when it doesn’t work for us, we don’t usually question the method. We question ourselves. Why isn’t this working for me?Why am I still boiling over?Why am I not strong enough? But what we don’t always see is the full picture. We might be watching someone stir the pot, not realizing they have also quietly turned down the heat in ways we cannot see. Maybe they have adjusted their expectations. Maybe they have set boundaries. Maybe they have allowed themselves rest, support, or space. Or maybe they are still boiling over too, just in ways that are not visible. The truth is, it is not just about doing the right things. It is about finding the right combination for you. The right amount of heat.The right amount of pressure.The right amount of rest. Because if the heat is too high, no amount of stirring will keep things from spilling over. So if you find yourself feeling like you are doing everything right and it is still not working, it might not be that you are doing it wrong. It might just be that something needs adjusting. Maybe less pressure.Maybe more support.Maybe permission to turn the heat down. We are not meant to live at a constant boil. And sometimes the most important thing we can do is reach over, take a breath, and gently turn the heat down.

When the Little Things Add Up

Anxiety, Parenting, Thankfulness, You are not alone /

Lately, it feels like I’ve been in a season where one hard thing after another just keeps piling on. It’s not one big crisis—it’s a dozen small and medium ones that build up into a mountain of sorrow, stress, and exhaustion. Low paychecks. Bills stacking up. No insurance, which leads to medication delays. And those delays? They don’t just mess with my schedule—they come with real physical and emotional withdrawal symptoms. Then there are the long work hours, the ongoing stress of co-parenting and custody issues, and the pain of having lies spread about me. Sometimes it feels like I just can’t catch a break. But then… the little things start showing up.A free coffee reward at Starbucks.Someone dropping off my favorite cookies.A simple “thank you” or “I’m grateful for you” from someone I love.Belly laughs with my family early in the morning when no one’s trying too hard—just being together.An unexpected gift from a friend that feels generous in more ways than one.Feeling heard, understood, and accepted at a support group. They don’t fix everything. They don’t erase the weight I’m carrying. But they matter.These little moments remind me that not everything is going wrong. They offer small glimpses of hope, like tiny rungs on a ladder. And slowly, rung by rung, I can start to climb that mountain—maybe not to the top all at once, but far enough to catch my breath. Far enough to get a glimpse of the beauty and purpose that still exist, even in hard seasons. So if you’re feeling buried under the weight of the “little things” that have gone wrong, look for the little things that are going right. They might be just enough to help you keep going. What little moments have helped you keep going lately? Take a moment to journal about them—or share one with us in the comments or a message. You never know who might need the reminder that they’re not alone. 💙

Sitting with Pain

Anxiety, Depression, Hope, Pain & Purpose, You are not alone /

“Why does it have to be me?!” my oldest child cried out, hunched over the toilet in pain. My heart ached with empathy. My immediate internal reaction was something like, “Well, this kind of thing happens to everyone eventually.” But I quickly caught myself—because when we’re in pain, those kinds of truths don’t always help. In the thick of discomfort, logic often falls flat. Pain doesn’t want reason—it wants relief, or at the very least, to be seen. And I realized: maybe the most helpful response is somewhere in between our gut reactions and our attempts to fix things. Maybe what we need is simple, compassionate presence. A gentle middle ground. So I sat beside him and said, “It’s painful… and it will pass.” No magic fix. No denying the reality of what he was feeling. Just a moment of shared humanness and hope. As I sat with him, I couldn’t help but think about how often this happens in life—not just with stomachaches, but with heartbreak, anxiety, grief, and all the other invisible pains we carry. How often do we, or the people we love, cry out in frustration or despair:“Why me?”“Why now?”“Why this?” And how often do we scramble to respond with advice, solutions, or silver linings?“Everything happens for a reason.”“At least it’s not worse.”“You’ll get through it.” These words usually come from a place of love, but they can land wrong—too soon, too sharp, too distant. When someone is in the depths of pain, what they need most isn’t a roadmap out. They need to know they’re not alone inside it. We don’t have to fix everything. We can meet others right where they are—with presence, not pressure. “This hurts.”“I see you.”“You’re not alone in this.”“It’s hard right now.” There’s quiet power in that kind of response. A power that heals in small, steady ways. It doesn’t change the pain, but it changes the experience of carrying it. Sometimes the most healing thing we can offer ourselves and others is our presence and a quiet reminder: This is hard… and it will pass.

Hope in the Darkness

Hope, You are not alone /

Complete darkness. My eyes search for light, any light to guide my path. I know the general direction back, so I turn to the left and step cautiously in the direction of the cabin. Rounding the corner I see the speckle of light. As I get closer the light becomes brighter, and the outline of the cabin is visible. Illuminated under the porch light, I see what I am searching for; Hope. In this case it is a metal sign with those 4 letters spelt out indicating that I am at the right cabin. As I walk into the Hope Cabin, I am welcomed by a sense of safety. The warmth of the fire greets me as I take my spot on the couch across from my friend in the rocking chair. We continue our conversation on the meaning of hope and how it relates to the HHW mission. We reflect on the support we offer and how many times the people we meet are often in a dark or low place. Isolation and loneliness are both a symptom and cause of mental illness. Instead of feeling discouraged during these encounters, we feel hopeful because we know there is a path to healing through connection. We enter the dark and hopeless places to help find and guide others to hope. As we enter a new year, we are purposefully planning opportunities for connection, including our support groups and hope connection events. We are here and we are willing to walk in the darkness. Together we can be the HOPE in a hopeless world.

Job’s Reality

MH Awareness, You are not alone /

How has mental illness impacted your life? I have struggled with PTSD, major depression, OCD, and a fear of crowds. All of these stemmed from my time serving in Iraq. My mental illness caused me to shut people out of my life and close off my emotions. For many years I didn’t realize how much these things were impacting my life. Now looking back I can see that I was looking for ways to numb the pain, wasn’t sleeping at night, and was over working to distract my mind. I would often be angry at little things causing me to withdraw from people even more. Living in survival mode every day was painful for me and everyone around me. What does it look like for you to be mentally healthy? Communication is a big part of staying mentally healthy. Talking things through has helped me so much. I continue to go to talk therapy. I also talk through problems, concerns, and symptoms with my wife and family which is something I never did before. Accepting that symptoms of mental illness may never be completely gone, but knowing that I can manage my symptoms has given me hope. Now days, I still struggle with sleeping problems (not being able to fall asleep and having nightmares). There has been progress toward managing sleep, but it is still a work in progress. Compared to where I was before, I can say that the trial and error of finding the right treatment is worth it. Even with some aspects unresolved, my life has joy again.

Elizabeth’s Truth

Bipolar, MH Awareness, You are not alone /

#YouAreNotAlone #MentalHealthAwarenessMonth How has mental illness impacted your life? Mental illness has affected my life in many ways. It can keep me in bed all day. It can give me boosts of energy. It can make me emotionless. It can make me irritable, bring deep sadness and moments of elation. It is challenging and ever-changing. Mental illness has a mind of its own, inside my own mind.  What does mental health look like for you? Mental health has been a learning process.  It has been about getting to know myself. It has been acceptance of my illness and treatment regimen as part of my reality, but not allowing it to define me, or what I can accomplish. It has been a team effort of doctors, therapists, family, friends and other peers who live with mental illness. It has been about learning to let others in. Helping others in their own journeys in living with mental illness has become my passion and has given me purpose in life. I want to be part of setting a new example for future generations to come so that it becomes the norm to be open about mental illness. Together we can live successful and happy lives by providing each other with the support we need.

Crystal’s Journey

MH Awareness, You are not alone /

#YouAreNotAlone #MentalHealthAwarenessMonth How has mental illness impacted your life? This question for me is a difficult one to answer. Mostly because mental illness has been so subtly dangerous throughout my life. It is hard for me to decipher the irregular thoughts and moods from the normal human emotions. I tend to cycle through anxiety, depression, and a healthy mind. From the outside, I may look the same on a good day, anxious day, or depressed day. Anxiety impacts my life through hypervigilance, the constant awareness of threats or danger. With this comes other common symptoms of anxiety such as difficulty breathing, racing thoughts, unwanted thoughts, and irritability. Depression for me often results in low motivation, lack of interest in anyone or anything, social isolation, and overwhelming hopelessness. Anxiety and depression have been at the base of my mind and left unmanaged have resulted in escalated complications with my health. I have experienced eating disorders, compassion fatigue, post-traumatic stress disorder, and physical symptoms leading to ER and hospital visits. The thoughts of “others have it worse off than me” and “my issues are so minor compared to the issues others have” led to dismissive behavior. I often ignored the warning signs and denied my mind and body of the healing and treatment it was so desperately craving. What does mental health look like for you? Mental health for me is not the absence of symptoms, rather it is in my ability to manage these symptoms. Just like physical health must be maintained, so does mental health. The things that keep my mind in a healthy place depend on the season of life and the symptoms I am experiencing. Journaling, prayer, therapy, meditation, yoga, walks, scheduling quiet times, and communicating to the people around me what I need, all contribute to a health mind for me. On days that I feel anxiety or depression symptoms heighten, it helps me to make a list for the day. The list might be a to-do list for the day or a reminder of what helps me cope with depression or anxiety. If depression or anxiety is heavy that day, my list might be quite simple such as get dressed, wash my face, brush my teeth, and step outside. Some days are good, and some days are hard. The kindest thing I can do for myself is offer my mind and body grace on the hard days.

Look who’s up!

Communication, Parenting, You are not alone /

I climbed up the steep stairs of my grandparents lake house. I wondered if anyone is awake yet, in this dark quiet house. As my small child size legs reached the top of the stairs, I could smell the fresh brewed coffee and the familiar sounds of the news playing on the TV in the background. “Well look who’s up!” I can still see the big grin on my papa’s smiling face, as he turned toward me. That simple statement and excitement still makes my heart feel warm and my spirit feel welcomed. Today, I am sitting in my dark living room, reflecting back on this short by rich memory. I would be embarrassed to admit that I am dreading the moment my children wake up. I love my children dearly, it’s just that I am so physically and mentally exhausted. Taking care of my own needs is hard enough on days like these. I think of the way that the welcoming words of my papa in those early mornings uplifted my spirit and still do even after he has passed on. A gentle reminder that the words and attitude that I use toward my children can have lasting impacts. My mind and body may be tired, but a simple smile and friendly morning greeting seems doable. Taking a deep breath in, I enjoy the last few minutes of silence. Hearing the rustling of blankets being thrown off and little feet scurrying down the hallway, I look toward the noise to see my 5 year old rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “You are awake! Good morning buddy.” I say with a smile. His immediate grin is followed by rushing over for snuggles on the couch. Not every morning starts like this. Sometimes I forget that my words have great meaning to my kids. When I stop to pay attention, it amazes me how much my actions and words influence my small family. What have you noticed in the world around you? How have your actions and words influenced others? The simple words of my papa in days long ago still play in my mind. What words of yours will play in the minds of others? Choose kindness. Choose to uplift even if all you can do that day is lend a smile. It’s the small everyday actions that go a long way. Author: Crystal

My Motherhood Truth

Parenting, You are not alone /

Today I felt like I was not enough. Not enough patience. Not enough kindness. Not enough of me to meet the needs of others. Today I yelled. Today I cried. Today I wanted to just close my eyes. I didn’t want to find the positivity. I couldn’t sort through my exhaustion and frustration to pivot. I was just in it. In the yuck. One of those days when I felt like everything was going to bubble up and over at the most inopportune moment… right in the middle of a quiet library, of course. A pile of books to check out, soaking wet from the rain, fumbling through my receipts shoved into a disorganized wallet for the library card that is admittedly used too infrequently. And, of course, a child who was whining at a high volume due to a sudden development of a strong distaste for my lack of backpack water bottle selection and couldn’t wait a second longer for me to unearth a new option. This was coupled with a second child who was trying to wrestle her in his efforts to remind her to be quiet in the library. I don’t care which badges of honor you wear… a mom of one, mom of ten, working mom, stay at home mom, master of the family domain, new mom, seasoned mom, deliriously exhausted mom to a newborn, master referee and professional negotiator to toddlers, professional chauffeur to busy teens, or first time empty nest mom who is lying awake at night longing for her home to be filled with noise and chaos again. We are all mothers. We all have both the hardest job and most beautiful job available to human kind. I know these are the years to cherish. I know they will go quickly. It’s not lost on me how blessed I am. And I know beyond a shadow of a doubt I love my children with all of my heart. But sometimes in a world of social media highlights and relentless positivity, we have to be okay experiencing the yuck and be okay with not being okay. And be willing to say that out loud. I say this to all the mamas who may just need to know you’re not alone. Behind the smiles, behind the social media highlights, behind it all, we all have our moments of doubt, frustration, too muchery (this is what happens when I am only one cup of coffee in… I make up words). This is when we need to remember to give one another grace, gift each other with a smile, and forgive ourselves for today is a new day. Mamas, I see you. I hear you. I know you have your days too. And on those days, know you are not alone. Thank God for new days. Author: Natalie Brandt