11/25/2021
Happy Thanksgiving. Be gentle with yourself and those around you. 💛
I know someone going through a hard time.
He’s irritable, distant, and tough to be around.
That’s grief talking, I remind myself,
And my love expands like an umbrella in a downpour.
I know someone going through a hard time.
She’s moody and over-the-top dramatic.
That’s teen angst talking, I remind myself,
And my love settles and steadies like a faithful friend.
I know someone going through a hard time.
She’s anxious and uptight.
That’s fear talking, I remind myself,
And my love whispers to her like a calming prayer.
I know someone going through a hard time.
He’s gruff, repetitive, and forlorn.
That’s growing old talking, I remind myself,
And my love supports him like a great oak tree.
I know someone going through a hard time.
She’s sullen and defensive.
That’s depression talking, I remind myself.
And my love breaks through the clouds and warms her face.
It’s not easy to stay close when I want to retreat,
To bite my tongue when I want to bite back
To empathize when I want to implode.
But when you’re going through a hard time, you feel isolated,
suspended in a place you don’t want to be
And don’t know how to get out of.
I know because that was me at a low point in my life,
Suspended in darkness.
I was overreactive, defensive, and controlling.
But I was never alone.
Thank God, I was never alone.
Being unalone is what helped me hold on.
So, when I see my loved ones going through a hard time, I try to listen closely.
Because when we understand that
Fear
Anxiety
Despair
Hopelessness
are talking,
we understand their unbecoming behavior is not about us,
which allows us to respond in ways we couldn’t before.
“We’ll get through this,” we can remind them as we remind ourselves.
Because it’s easy to forget
pain is temporary,
mistakes don’t measure us,
and our story is still being written.
By Rachel Macy Stafford, adapted from the book,
Our family dynamic has shifted since the last holiday season. I am already sensing pain/frustration/uncertainty that was not there a year ago. When I broke down on my bed yesterday, I reminded myself that this is hard, and it’s ok to be sad and scared. And this is what I will keep doing over the next days, weeks, months. By acknowledging when my own fear is talking, perhaps I can detect it in my loved ones when they’re having a hard time. That is my prayer. My hand in yours, RMS