What is going on?

Can’t sleep tonight.  My mind is all over the place trying to make sense of some tragic news and other situations that, while not as tragic as the murder and suicide attempt, are still tough to watch as a friend.

Has me thinking about the fragility of mental health.  On one hand, I am watching a friend I love experience what I can only describe as full-blown hypochondria.  I have never witnessed this in my life.  Sure, I’ve joked about it and haphazardly labeled a person or two “hypochondriacs” for suddenly acquiring life-threatening diseases immediately after watching an episode of Dr. Oz.  But this is real, daily-life disturbing stuff my friend is dealing with and it’s painful to watch.  No amount of test results and assurance from physician after physician is able to convince him that he’s perfectly healthy.  Every single thing that happens in his body sends him off to a specialist for more tests, more hunting to find the inevitable doomsday diagnosis.  And it seems completely out of the blue to me.   I am definitely finished poking fun at folks and using that word lightly.  This is serious and is ruining my friend’s quality of life.

And then, a recent murder/suicide attempt (the murder was completed) that  is in the news involves people I know and dear friends of people I love.  I don’t know what to do with it.  What happens that drives someone to just snap one day and decide to take out a loved one (or two , or five) and then take one’s own life?  What’s that process?  It has to be more than depression because there are plenty of depressed people – plenty!  What drives someone over the edge?  Where is the edge?

My boss recently accused me of having a “strong constitution” in the face of some challenges she has learned about my path the last few years and  some particular struggles this summer.  Do I?  Is that it?  Some folks have “a strong constitution” and some don’t?  You might wonder why this worries me so much – if I’m sane, then relax.  Why fret?  Well, I worry and wonder because, in my view of the universe and such, I don’t see myself as all that different from any other human being.  I am capable of the same things any other human is capable of, for better or for worse.  There, but for grace, go I.

I worry because I don’t want to snap one day.  I can definitely remember a point, during the worst of the worst in my marriage, that I asked Ex to get rid of the gun.  I’m sure he thought (and told people) that I was suicidal or something but the truth was that I was experiencing rage and hatred for him like I had never felt in my life and quite honestly, I was afraid of what I was capable of.  The gun was gone the next day, I’m sure.  I don’t know exactly because I never opened the drawer where it used to be again.

So many ways this post could go if I were writing to pontificate about whether I believe in grace or, if  I do,what that means for me.  Or, if I wanted to talk about gun control and  whether I think that has any bearing on the rash of murder/suicides recently.  But this isn’t a political or philosophical post.  It’s just a girl worried about a friend and worried about friends who I know are wondering if there’s anything they could have done to have prevented this tragedy.

I don’t know that I expected to come to any conclusions by the end of this — but it has, at least, helped me to clarify my questions.

Be well and folks, please, take care of yourselves.  I mean that with everything in me.  Strong constitution or not, I am committed to self-care.  I believe in the power of love to heal mind, body and spirit. I believe that all can be healed when we are courageous enough to look our realities square in the face, name what needs to be named, feel the pain fully and completely, express it however it comes out and regard  and embrace all that is felt as part of our humanity.  Some people heal in therapy, others in walks along the shore, others in reiki treatments, through writing, or drawing, or dancing, or ritual, or prayer.  We all must find our own way.  But find it.  Hurt people hurt people.  Heal yourself.




5 thoughts on “What is going on?

  1. Lex, I am at an absolute loss. I keep trying to trace it back in my mind and find where it got broken, but all I can conclude is that it was always broken. A broken girl met a broken guy and together they spiraled down this horrible path.

    That’s one thought. But the truth is that I have no idea what to make of this. I’m so torn.

    It seems that so many people are over the edge already. What can we do to fix this?

    I have no answers. Guess we’ll both be up all night.

  2. Lexi, I too have felt the brink of a break. I have felt the ability to go places I never want to go. I have only once allowed my rage to surface and I almost killed a person. I have no answers, I only have hope.

    Each day is a gift. I am reminded that life can end without physical death. Our time is short, our days aren’t promise. I’m ready to go hard after all that I feel called to, while the day is still day.

    Live, love and laugh alot and be well…

  3. I know I have felt like I was on the edge on more than one occassion… but maybe I really wasn’t since I could always joke about it. Everyday the trials of being an adult stare me in the face and ask me “you think you can take it?” and I try my damnedest to answer back “HELL YEAH!!”. I have a little diva depending on me and there is no trial or tribulation that could make me forget that – even on the days I feel like I could go postal.

    Sometimes I have to remind myself just how lucky I am. I have a home, a job, family and REAL friends who love me and sometimes I need to remind myself – that in itself is a reason to live!

  4. I don’t think we ever know what we are capable of until life tests us, whether with unprecedented rage that terrifies us or the need to lift a car off a loved one. All we can do is hope that we will always be true to our highest selves, and try to help others as much as possible.

    I’m so sorry about the terrible situation concerning people you knew and cared for. It’s impossible to make sense of something like that, but I think that all healing begins within ourselves. Until we are able to heal and care for our own old wounds, we will never be able to fully inhabit our lives and love others as much as they and we need and deserve.

    Blessings to you, Lex. You’re a wonderful inspiration and a great friend to all you know.

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