Tuesday, June 18, 2019

That's the deal...

I sometimes think that I should write and describe my experiences after my breakdown in third person. It seems easier, somehow, to see myself at a distance; to act as an observer outside of myself. I think it makes it safer for others to see what may be a deeply buried part of themselves. This is how I/she experiences her life now, as if on a tightrope, even though it's been 10 years since her breakdown.  Since she came undone. So, this is how it would go...

"She continues to feel fragile, though. She continues to guard a sensitive, fluid center. Sometimes, loud noises make her heart race--someone speaking her name without warning, or the telephone ringing late at night. Then she will take herself in hand. She will remind herself to draw back, to loosen hold. She has learned how to make it through life on a slant. "You've changed," her friend has said (all intensity himself)."


I think that's the thing about what we call a breakdown. You are always acutely of aware and remember this crack, this fissure that has occurred. It's like that hole in your gum after you lose a tooth.  You know you shouldn't keep touching it, but somehow you must, just to remind yourself it was once there. You are aware that the propensity for this fissure to widen is still there. At times, you feel that fissure stretching out and there's that need to hold on tight. You feel you must fight and be strong enough to keep that fissure from expanding to the point where it may break.


There is a nascent fear that is under that façade of normalcy. The psychiatrist refers to you as his "success story." He even questions whether your diagnosis is correct. He says that maybe you don't have a mental illness; that the diagnosis of bipolar disorder was somehow a mistake. Yet you know the truth.  You remember that time when your mind was not your own. Because of this experience, this time of unraveling, you take your medication daily even though it sometimes blurs life's edges. It's the price you pay for never returning to this dark place. It's just the price you must pay. You felt the pain then so you can feel the happiness now. That's the deal.

Choices...



I have been dealing lately with my son’s launching into his adult life. The thing I have had to accept is that my choices for him may not be his. I had a certain path mapped out for him. The truth is, however, there is no right or wrong path. I have realized that my job is to just love and support him, no matter what his choices. As a parent, that’s the deal.

Circle of trust...



I am very grateful for those friends and family who I consider to be in my circle of trust. Admittedly, I don't let many people in. I hold my cards pretty close to the vest. The thing is that these people understand my frame of reference. There is no pretense or puffing up of ego; no agenda. They are authentic and genuine. They "get me" and I do fervently hope that I I reciprocate in kind.

Friday, May 10, 2019

For some reason...

For some reason I find that I am quite emotional tonight.
I find that my eyes are leaking.

Blessings are interwoven into the fabric of our lives...

Made it to Columbus, Georgia to go to Ft. Benning tomorrow morning. Arose at 3 am. My brother and sis-in-law were kind enough to watch Sadie & Todd. They also dropped me off at the airport at 6 am. When my plane finally landed in Atlanta, we waited 3 1/2 hours on the tarmac for an available gate. Took the MARTA to get my luggage and then to rent a car. Drove 90 miles to my destination, but I arrived safe and sound. I find myself quite tired yet quite grateful. Blessings are interwoven into the fabric of our lives.

Thursday, May 9, 2019

Transitions...

Am flying out tomorrow to spend the weekend at Fort Benning, Georgia (“the Sandbox”) with Q as it is family day/weekend.  Over the years I have witnessed him grow from child, to adolescent, to young adult to a man.  Q. reminds me so much of my Dad and my Grandpa Reed. He has evolved into what I think a man should be; strong and true yet gentle and kind.

Tuesday, May 7, 2019

A fierce and beautiful woman...

It took me 56 years to look in the mirror and say
 to myself, "You are a fierce and beautiful woman."
I am a fierce and beautiful woman.