How to help people.

I don't know.

Sorry if I got your hopes up by writing that as my title, as if I am a master at understanding how to help. The real problem is that I don't think there exist any masters at this tender subject. It's very hard to help people. Everyone is different, after all. There is no one single way to help.

For example, I like when people post pictures of themselves holding up inspirational quotes on slips of paper and smiling. That makes me happy. But at the same time, I know there are a lot of people who think that's a stupid hipster thing to do. So it's hard to get your message out to everyone if you're doing it on cute pieces of paper.

The best method I can think of right now is talking openly, and that's not going to work for everyone either. People have a lot of trouble speaking openly, especially shy people -- the very ones I am trying to reach. Even if you read a blog post or essay or book by someone who is trying their best to speak to you from their heart, even if they say "please talk to me, I want to help you and everyone like you," it might still feel next-to-impossible to reach back out to them.

How do you open up conversation with someone whose entire problem is their inability to have conversations? I don't know. I think what needs to happen first is that you need to be able to wear your heart on your sleeve and convince people that you are speaking entirely truthfully. Everyone, not just shygirls, has trouble believing that other people want to help them 100%. We are all a little bit skeptical.

But I do want to help with my entire heart. I want everyone to feel strong and loved and beautiful. I want everyone to believe in the goodness of people like I do.

I also want to say that while I don't know everything, I want to help. I think that everyone can help, too. Even if someone has an issue you aren't very sure about, saying to them, "I don't understand how you feel about this, but I am willing to listen while you explain it to me," seems like the best thing to me. There are also issues that you may never understand. I have heard that I, as a white girl, will never be able to truly understand how it feels to be a person of color.

And that's okay. I also think there are people who will never truly understand what it is like to be shy or depressed.

That's not meant to be a barrier between any of us. It's meant to be a bridge. We will never understand everyone about each other, but we can use our own experiences to help us with other people's experiences.

love, shygirl

Saving everyone.

I realize I've left this blog empty and forgotten in the depths of the Internet for months, and that's not very nice of me.

Fortunately, I seem to have returned to it. Let me tell you why:

I want to save everyone.

This is the part of my personality that makes me motherly. This is the part of my personality that says both "you should go out of your way to make people's lives easier" and "you should go out of your way to stop people from doing things that are wrong." This is the part of me that is sensitive and wussy, and yet this is where I find my strength.

That was all very poetic until I said "wussy," wasn't it? Oh well. I think I got my meaning across.

The people I want to save most of all are shygirls, as you might have guessed. But shygirls -- especially depressed ones -- are very difficult to save. We don't ask for help. We often don't think we deserve help. Society allows girls to be quiet and writes us off as "shy" without worrying about any deeper meanings.

And here is the biggest issue: if you stand up and say "I am a shygirl and I want to help," you stop being a shygirl in our eyes. By definition, anyone who can give speeches to crowds and save people with their strength is not a shygirl. If you're up there talking about how you feel, how can you be shy? If you were shy like us, you wouldn't be able to do that.

Standing up for yourself and others like that is a massive hurdle. Once you pass it, you can no longer connect with the people you want to save. On one side of the wall are shygirls huddled unable to communicate, and on the other side are well-meaning teachers and friends and me, saying "we know how you feel!"

But if you're screaming about it, if you're standing up about it, you can't know. You can't understand what it feels like to be trapped in your own feelings. You can't understand what it's like to burn up inside, unable to speak. You can't understand the fear and loneliness when you're introduced to a new group, the thrill of horror whenever group projects are announced, the shaking of your knees when you try to read aloud...

But that's not true. I know all these things, and I am willing to listen to any experience you have had that I have not. I don't know everything, but I'll learn it all if it can help someone.

So I've come back to this blog. I still don't know how to make sure my feelings reach the people who need them, but writing them down seems to be a step in the right direction.

hugs, shygirl <3