Hugs, Hugs, and More Hugs!

power-of-a-hug Hugs! What can I say, they’re the best medicine in the world. A hug means that you’re not alone, someone cares about your feelings and wants you to be happy.

A hug is warm, sincere and always meaningful. And in my experience, they always land at the exact right time! I have mentioned before that I live my life walking the tightrope wires of being bipolar. Today is a great example of how quickly a mood can change for someone with bipolar disorder. Yesterday I wrote about first love, healing from past pains and having hope for a new future; yet, today, I awoke as depressed as ever. Yes, I always take my medication and no, nothing significant occurred in my life in the intervening hours. It just is what it is. BTW, I am actually writing this on Wednesday though you’ll not be reading it for another day because this will be my Thankful Thursday post.

Thankful Thursdays are about recognizing the positive things that occur in our lives, which is especially important when we are not feeling aglow with happiness, when we’re not dancing in the sunshine under rainbows with our best friend the unicorn. So as I said today is Wednesday and I am thankful today and will be thankful again tomorrow for hugs. I was feeling so down today I didn’t actually crawl out of bed until 4:00 p.m. It’s not that I was awake too late the night before, I wasn’t. I went to bed at a reasonable hour. I didn’t even read myself to sleep. But today when I awoke I just wasn’t feeling happy and didn’t want to live through the day. I am not saying I was suicidal, I am saying that I just needed to escape from the day that was before me. And so after going to the bathroom and taking my medications I crawled back into bed and went to sleep. At 4:00 p.m. my alarm went off, it was time to not only get up, but leave the apartment. I had a physical therapy appointment to get to. And so I got up and got out.

I was out of bed and out of the house but not out of my bad mood and everyone at the clinic could tell. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Has something happened? Usually, when people ask these types of questions they’re just doing it to be polite. They don’t care about the answer, in fact they don’t even listen to the answer. And oftentimes when you are honest and frank and tell them what is bothering you, you end up feeling like you’ve been rude for sharing, a burden, or an “ass”.

These people at my physical therapy clinic are not like that though, they are sincere and really do like me for me and I know they care about me. But still, what do you say when really, there isn’t anything wrong other than the fact that your brain chemicals are off-kilter and you are in a crappy mood where no one and nothing can be right?

Today though, it didn’t matter how I responded. Today they saw my mood, showed concern and even announced that I would be the recipient of hugs because today, Wednesday the 21st, was National Hug Day — though I know that was just an excuse. I needed it and it came from the universe and from the arms of friends. It meant something. They did something right when I was not prepared for anything to be right. I wonder now if this act of kindness stopped my depression from continuing to cycle downward. I mean, I am not feeling happy but at the same time it hasn’t gotten worse.  I didn’t come home and go straight back to bed even. Hmm, I’ll have to begin a trial run of hug therapy and see how that goes!

I am thankful for hugs. I am thankful for all of the hugs I have received in the past, the hugs I received today, and the hugs I will receive tomorrow and on into the future. I like the long ones best, but they’re all good when they are sincerely given. And I am going to do my best to give them out when I need them or I think someone else needs them because we all do need them, so why wait for them to come to me?

Have you had a hug today? If not, don’t wait… go out and give one away, you’ll get it back instantly and you’ll feel happier for it. I mean, really, in this world of instant gratification what could be better than a friend showing another friend compassion and empathy, warmth and caring in something as simple and easy as an unexpected hug? Not much, I say.

10 thoughts on “Hugs, Hugs, and More Hugs!

  1. Your such a beatriful person! Yeaterday I got out of bes at 3:20 pm with no reason other than i had nothing to do and didnt want to do the things I had to do. Silly no? Tyler got home and asked me why I hadnt done the dishes or organized my clothes that are folded but not put away. He just doesnt understand. I couldnt get out of bed.

    -Jas

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  2. I suffer from chronic pain. I have anxiety issues due to my chronic pain. Because I am always in pain people are afraid to touch me. So I don’t always get the affection I need to help with my anxiety. When I went on my first date with my fiance he gave me the best hug ever at the end of our date. I was very surprised because most people either give me the ‘half hug” or the “we’re barely touching pat on the back hug”.

    Troy wraps me in his arms and I am totally consumed by him. It’s my favorite place to be. Even when I am in pain I still want my hug. As our relationship progressed we started our own brand of hug therapy. I ask for “frustration hugs”, “I’m cranky hugs”, “Do I really have to get out of bed today? hugs” (I usually spend an hour or two just laying in bed after I wake up. I have to work all the kinks out before I attempt to move). My favorite is the ” You’ve been gone all day. I’m so happy you are home hug”. For me, hugs are just what the doctor ordered.

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    1. It sounds like Troy really knows how to give a hug! I love those full-wraps, long and lingering hugs. They really do mean so much and make all others wither by comparision. I could use a hug therapist like you’ve found! 🙂

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