Just a Word
How to make heavy times a little lighter.

"Words of affirmation" is one of my top love languages. I believe that words are powerful, and that it doesn't take a lot of effort to use your words to brighten someones days. We all have times when we need a little extra encouragement, and a few genuine words could be enough to pull someone out of a cloud. For me, that tough time is the entire month of December. Throughout my life, all of the majorly bad things that have happened have happened in the month of December. I know I should not let a few unfortunate events steal an entire month from me every year, but it's difficult to think in a productive way when you are in the abyss.
December 1st would have been my dads birthday. December 2nd (1999) my grandpa died. December 3rd (2018) was the day I was diagnosed with a high maintenance auto-immune disease. Sometime in December (2005) I saw my dad for the last time, cold and covered in wires and tubes, unable to speak or move, but still holding on. And on December 16th (2005) my dad died. Since he died just a few days before my 9th birthday, my "present" that year was choosing whether his funeral would be the day before or the day after my birthday. (Not a good gift. I do not recommend.)
Over the years I have come to accept that December is just a bad time and always will be. Every year I spend this month wishing I could just curl up in a ball and not move until it is over because if anything awful is ever going to happen in my life it will happen this month and I just don't want to deal with it.
December is stress. December is anxiety. December is mourning for the things I have lost and panicking at the thought of losing anything else. It is not a "merry and bright" time, it's dark and dull and endless.
This year, my place of work set up a Christmas Encouragement project, where everyone submitted messages for people at our workplace that they loved and appreciated and wanted to encourage. These messages were submitted in October, and sorted and saved to be sent out at some point near Christmas. Since it was so far in advance, most of us forgot about it. I wrote a few, but I didn't really think of what I would get in return.
So, December rolls around again and brings with it a cloud of everything I hate to remember. Death, sickness, regret, anxiety. What am I doing and what is the point of any of it anyway? The cloud gets heavier as the month goes on. Every year I forget how bad it is until I'm in the middle of it again. Something in me knows that it gets better, that as soon as the month ends it's like a switch has been flipped and everything starts to light up again, but that part of me is so hard to hear sometimes.
The worst day is always the 16th. The anniversary of the day my dad died. I was only eight years old when it happened, but I vividly remember my moms face when she came home and told us that he was gone. I also remember telling her that she was lying, because God loved me, and if God loved me my dad could not die. At least not right then.
This year, one December 15th, the Christmas Project was released. My email was flooded with over a dozen messages full of love, both from people who have been a part of my life for years, and from people I barely knew. Words or encouragement, love, strength, and confirmation that I am doing things that really matter with my life.
I do not have words for what I felt reading through these messages. I laughed, I cried, I felt truly loved and appreciated. These messages gave me something fresh and hopeful to hold onto on the bad days.
So, if you want to do something kind for someone, it doesn't have to be huge. You don't need to buy something big, or plan out a grand adventure, or spill your guts in some deep poetic way. Just write a little note. Just say a kind word. Just let someone know that you see them, and you love them, and you are there. I cannot tell you how much life-change you can set into motion with just a word.
About the Creator
Angel Duncan
I am 24 years old. I love Jesus, books, family, and Disney. I am a Type 1 Diabetic. One of my biggest goals in life is to write a good book. One that genuinely makes people feel something.



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