I’ve been traveling a lot this past year - mostly by plane. I’ve grown quite accustomed to packing less than 50lbs, never loosening my grip on my passport, negotiating seat arrangements with other passengers so I can sit by my husband…you know the drill.
Before take off they always play a fairly annoying, but I guess pretty necessary, video of safety instructions. Getting you accustomed with the exits, showing you how to put on your seatbelt, etc. There is a point in that video where they prepare you for the possible event of losing oxygen. They say that these masks will magically fall from the ceiling and all you do is strap it on and you’re good to go. They always make it very clear that if you’re with someone who needs help – even an infant – you must put your own mask on before assisting them with theirs.
Is that morally right? Does putting my own mask on before helping the kid next to me make me a selfish person? Is that something I should feel shame about?
I’ve never been put in that specific situation – and goodness I pray I never am. But I imagine they made that rule of thumb knowing that if you haven’t taken care of yourself, you might not be able to effectively take care of someone else.
There was a moment in the midst of my depression where I became incredibly aware of how little I was taking care of myself. I would go a week without a shower. I’d go to bed at night without brushing my teeth or washing my face. I hadn’t exercised in months. I would spend the majority of my free time watching Netflix. I canceled or avoided as many social situations as possible. My time spent with God was little to none.
As you can imagine, during this season I was the lowest I had ever been physically, spiritually, and emotionally. I wasn’t giving or pouring out to anyone because I had nothing to give or pour. I was doing quite the opposite. To be blunt, I was acting as a leech to those around me. I was counting on using other people’s energy to keep me going.Read More