For nearly 18 hours, I was lost. Unmoored. Drifting. Asea.
I even warned Mark last night that I felt my five-year "cry" revving up. And he looked kind of scared. Hey, I'm an ugly crier but not a scary one. Ultimately, I spared him by letting my tears slip silently onto my pillow while he sunk into slumber.
This "life" thing can be really heavy sometimes. Fortunately, my siblings and I make a pretty awesome Team Sally, but I have lousy upper-body strength, so maybe it's not surprising that, after spending the day with my ailing mom yesterday, I was ready to call "uncle" and let someone else carry that burden.
Unburdening myself, it turned out, was the secret to getting better.
I don't think of myself as stubborn or fiercely independent. Yet, I seldom reach out and ask for help. But last night and early this morning, I felt raw and thin and vulnerable. And I decided that what I needed most from my friends was to have them share in carrying my burden.
So I told a few folks about my wobbly state of mind. About my mom's decline and the weight that accompanied it.
I am not well practiced in the art of being human, sometimes. Fortunately, the folks I reached out to were confident in their ability to listen and love and absorb. And, because of them, my load got a bit lighter. Not easier, to be sure, but. . . lighter.
By mid morning today, I felt almost human again. Silly and grateful and grounded.
As for my friends? Well, I suspect their days got a bit heavier. That is the end result of unburdening your woes--someone's got to carry the extra load.
And me? I will still carry this sadness within me, knowing my mom is writing her last chapter. But I won't carry it alone. And that makes all the difference in the world.
What a huge thing for you to share. There's so little value in trying to nail a nail with a nail. You are loved, amazing woman.
ReplyDeleteNail a nail with a nail...I really like that, Julie. Thanks for the good words!
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