I have a problem. Actually, I have a lot of problems, but I’m not even sure how many because math is one of them.
So I’ll just focus on this one; I sit to write, and I can’t.
Transient thoughts appear and then dissolve like clouds just as I try to take hold of them. I’m restless and unsettled, that’s the problem. I’ve got to find some positive, locate shreds of humor and latch on to them, because this space is a fertile breeding ground for a nice, dark bout of depression. As Sweet Brown says, “ain’t nobody got time for that.”
My first world problems have taken a backseat to the recent surge of hatred, senseless acts of violence, and pain in the world. Like the charred sidewalk of the explosion, the Boston marathon bombings have burned holes in our hearts. My brain keeps short circuiting, going back to it, reeling with thoughts of the innocent people and families whose lives have senselessly been taken or forever changed. Such an abysmal and immeasurable loss, my soul weeps along with our nation.
lugubriousness : excessive sadness or mournfulness.
Adding insult to injury, people are actually collecting and selling debris found on the street after the bombing, and people are buying it. I can’t scroll three posts on my Facebook feed without seeing another conspiracy theory. It’s an abomination, and utterly disrespectful to all of the families directly affected by the tragedy.
I’m afraid to turn on the TV when my kids are home, but I know that I can’t shield them from the horrors of this world forever. Things like this foster agoraphobia, and in addition to struggling with that, I also grapple with what to tell them. PBS Parents posted a quote from Mister Rogers himself, which I found comforting for such unfortunate and devastating situations:
“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day, especially in times of ‘disaster,’ I remember my mother’s words, and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers – so many caring people in this world.”
So we must search despairingly, amidst the heartache, for the hands of hope, goodness and inspiration to pull us from this sad place. One such story is that of Dick and Rick Hoyt. Things like this not only renew my faith in humanity, but give me some much needed perspective in times like these. Hopefully it will do for you what it did for me; remind me that humanity is, in fact, inherently good.
“A peculiar thing about faith is that it grows strongest when attacked hardest.” – F. D. Van Amburgh, “The Mental Spark Plug”
Categories: Addiction, Recovery & Deep Thoughts