The Lost

I see your fire and brimstone
That billboard sign on the road
But you can’t scare me to heaven
With gasoline on my soul

This that backroad baptism
Weed smokin’, syrup sippin’
Whiskey river carry me home

I’ve been known to find my kind of people
That ain’t at home underneath church steeples
You’d be surprised the places I find Jesus
That ain’t the regular crowd

I’ve been down and out
I’m better with the lost
Than the found
My solid ground
Is better with the lost
Than the found

Lord, won’t you hear my prayers?
I’m better with the lost than the found
It’s where I find my solid ground

~Jelly Roll

This has already been a long week, and we’re only halfway through Wednesday! I got a phone call, early Monday morning, from Mj’s best friend’s family. Her best friend (T) had intentionally overdosed and was rushed to Vanderbilt hospital. She had taken a bottle of Tylenol, and it wasn’t discovered for hours. Her kidneys and her liver weren’t doing well, and we were incredibly afraid. These girls are still SO young! They haven’t even finished middle school, yet. My sweet Mj was reeling from this, and I wasn’t sure how to help her. T is actually doing much better now, physically.

Monday evening, Adam’s mom called. She was calling to update us on the latest news regarding her breast cancer diagnosis. Her doctors are very concerned, so she’s meeting with her surgeon and oncologist tomorrow. They intend to get her treatment started right away. My heart aches for T and her family, and aches for my mother in law. But, it’s torturous seeing my baby and my husband so afraid and sad. I know we aren’t supposed to, but I can’t help but ask myself why? Why does it seem like every time our broken pieces are finally starting to heal, something, or things, show up just in time to bust through the progress we believed we were making? Why won’t this onslaught of awfulness end? Why is life, or God, or karma, or whatever the fuck is behind the wheel, intent on steering us off the road we’re trying so hard to build over and over again? When will it be over? What do we do? How do we fight? Where do we go?

I’m struggling with anger that forms in the midst of chaos and uncertainty, for me. I’m frustrated, because it seems impossible to escape the hurt that plagues my family. I exert all my efforts towards helping my family get well, but it’s not enough. I can’t fix anything, because shit just won’t quit falling apart. I’m pissed off, to be back on my ass after just barely gathering the strength and courage to stand up, every fucking time. My anger grows, and fuels pure hot rage, if I can’t get it under control. I daydream about finding a cozy place. One I can be content and happy inside, and then remain there forever. If only I could draw from my memories, selecting a time when everything felt beautiful and right. I think I would be perfectly willing to trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday, if I could stay there. I wonder if that’s what Heaven is like? No worries. No regrets. No sorrow. Only prefect days and nights for eternity.

I’m not considering harming myself in any way whatsoever. Not on purpose, anyhow. Clearly, I have a problem with maintaining health and wellness. That certainly isn’t my intention, though. I want so badly to find a way out from under the dark clouds that form over us everywhere we attempt to find shelter. I sometimes wonder, is it me they’re after? Am I bringing this rain and by proxy, soaking everyone I love in it? Then, I think about what a narcissistic thought that really is. While I am responsible for my actions and reactions, I do recognize I’m not to blame for every painful situation my family and I face. As much as I probably would, if I could, I know I can’t write or rewrite anyone else’s story. Hell, I’m not even in charge of my own. I wish I could use some sort of magic pen and eraser to create all the joy and goodness I desire for those I care about, while removing every tear they’ve shed, along with all the disappointment and heartbreak they don’t deserve. All I know how to do is be there for them. I try to foster my own well being, because I know I need it to be able to give them support, encouragement, hope. I can’t waste the precious little I am able to gather inside my own “cup”, by pouring into people or things that aren’t worth it. I very much want to use my time, energy, and resources for the ones who need and value those things from me. I am failing my family, otherwise. I can’t stand to see myself let them down, because I’ve used up what I had to give, and drained my “cup” empty. Instead of crying about yesterday, or worrying myself sick over what may or may not happen tomorrow, it’s time to turn the majority of my focus on today. What do I need, today? What do they need, today? What can I do to make today better for all of us? Tomorrow, I can ask these same questions, and maybe even have answers.

What do I need, today? I need to let go of my anxiety and fears of disappointing people at my work, if I’m not there. That’s my need right now, because the next question concerning my family’s needs is easily answered. They need me. They need me to find myself again, and to be the wife and mom they’re being deprived of while I’m too busy pouring myself into a job I don’t even care about, and coming up empty for the ones I care about most.

What can I do to make today better for all of us? Fill my “cup”, and pour into my family.