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.

Peace,

Lex

I’m Hooked!

It’s that time of year again, folks. Yes, American Idol. I admit my weakness. I have a reality TV addiction. My drugs of choice:

  • America’s Next Top Model
  • Project Runway
  • Top Chef
  • Iron Chef America
  • American Idol

I’d like to be able to say that I am stronger and able to resist the hype but I’d be lying. I planned my evening around being in front of my TV from 8 to 10 tonight so that I can pick my favorites. Let me just say that this first guy singing will not make my list!

I tried to watch Big Brother the other night but I couldn’t follow all the craziness. I remember that in the first couple of seasons I risked getting kicked out of my graduate program to watch it. I was in a total immersion language program and I could have gotten kicked out for watching English language TV or for reading English language websites. I was hooked on BB though, so I took the risk. I can’t stand it now. Its so stupid. At least the shows I’m hooked on now require that the participants have some really skill or talent. And there’s something about watching someone else realize their dream. I always weep at the Top Model finale — well, at all of the finale’s really–but especially top model.

WHY THE HELL DOES THIS GUY HAVE ON THIS RUST COLORED SUIT??? Please tell me there’s something wrong with my color setting. Dear God in heaven. Only choir directors in black churches wear crazy colored suits! What is he thinking?!?!? Where is his wife/girlfriend. She should have exercised her veto power. Chikeize?!? OK, whatever. But the suit has to go. He doesn’t make my list either. Not impressed. Damn! Simon said Jacuzzi! Yay!! We agree that the suit is hideous.

Are you guys addicted to reality TV too? What are your fav’s?

And while we’re asking questions (and I’m in the mood for spilling my guts) how about you guys interview me. I feel like answering questions you guys may have about me –possibly because I’m on my 3rd glass of wine for the evening, but whatever. You ask, I’ll answer. I think. I don’t know how people agree to this before seeing the questions.

So shoot! Ask away and if you are an ass, I’ll just ignore you. K? K!

P.S. I love Jason!  He rocks!