I’m still in physical therapy for
my foot right now while recovering from bunion surgery and this is actually a
pretty pleasant experience. The clinic is conveniently located near my office
at work and the PT I work with is incredibly nice, professional and helpful. We
usually have pleasant small talk while I try not to scrunch my face up and
wince in pain as he stretches and flexes my toe. The other day however we got
to talking about my upcoming wedding and we both laughed about the pressure to
please parents and cater to everyone. I laughed and said it can be tough but
that I appreciated my future-in laws slight overbearingness, which makes up for the occasional absence of help from my side of the family (though not their
fault). And then came the Big Question that I rarely get anymore since
graduating high school 14 years ago, “Oh… where are they?”. Somehow we had
stumbled right into the topic that, no matter how old I get, always seems to
define and shape my life. “Well…”, I hestiated… “They’re both schizophrenic.” I see
my PT’s eyes widen with surprise. “BOTH of them?! How did that happen?! Did
they know when they met?”. I smile a little amused… part awkward embarrassment,
and to this day, part bewilderment myself. “They met in therapy.” He laughs as
though he has just heard the biggest “doesn’t it figure” he had ever heard in
his life. We go on to talk about the situation a little more and I say my life
is a bit of an anomaly in some ways, and that I always count my blessings for
still being sane. And after age 30 I took an extra sigh of relief for being “statistically out
of the woods” sane.
So there it is – the thing that both makes me feel special
sometimes, but that is also a struggle – a shadow that follows me into adulthood. I feel so very very lucky to be all in all happy and
healthy; I
love my parents dearly, and somehow appreciate and grow into that love even
more as I grow older. At some point in high school maybe, I stopped resenting
the things that they couldn’t provide for me as a child and the fact that I
didn’t have a “normal” family and started really seeing them as people who had
an extremely tough break in life. I realized they are the most sweet and loving
people I know and I recognized goodness in their souls that inspired me to
strive for empathy and patience beyond anything else.
This year really caught me off guard. I thought finishing
grad school, moving back east, and starting a new job and would lead me to some
oasis of joy where I would reconnect with family and old friends. Then I
realized that the connections I had in grad school to so many close friends
living in a close radius were incredibly fulfilling. Now my friends and loved ones are
spread apart and I find it hard work just to keep up. In the interim it has
been pretty lonely. That was what really surprised me. In the year we plan our wedding and I can finally have so many people I care about in the
same room, on the same day, I never expected the path along the way to be so…
quiet.
The reason I wanted to start writing about this – here – is
because I often think about how “what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger”. I
wore that phrase as a badge throughout my youth. Shaken but not stirred isn't quite the right description, but I guess I think of myself as Shaken, but not Broken. I thought if I could bear the ache of
some of what I have experienced that I could handle just about anything. Much of the time that has been true, but sometimes it really wears me down.
Sometimes I still envy those “normal families” with parents in good health that
can pay their kids a visit once or loan them some money when their car breaks down and
needs $2400 in repairs. Sometimes it’s still hard to go about my day knowing my
mother is home alone, two hours out of reach, and I can’t just swing by to keep
her company for a few minutes. I still worry that at some point my dad will fall ill from his
myriad of health problems and I won’t be around to save the day.
I know I’m not alone with these sorts of struggles, and I don’t
tell my story because I want people to feel sorry for me or my parents. I say all of this because I think
resilience is one of the greatest human strengths and I always try to keep that in mind. I’d like to talk about how
people bear burdens in life and find light in darkness. I want to focus on how
to make progress rather than stagnate in sorrow when it rears its ugly head.
I want to believe in happy endings and pursue them.
1 comment:
This was wonderful to read Sarah. I certainly get lonely too even though my life is far from "quiet". Thanks for blogging about it. I haven't been able to read everything yet but I am excited to get caught up on the blog soon. Its a good way to catch up with you from a far!
Martha
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