“You will be the same person in five years as you are today except for the people you meet and the books you read.”― Charlie "Tremendous" Jones
Hey Friends: Going
through a rough time lately. Feels like "lately" has been 10 years
though! Not to get too deep into it, I've been feeling depressed and guilty for
not becoming who I thought I ought to be. Most of all, for not maintaining friendships.
I'm not going to
pretend to be besties with every one of my social media friends, but I do
consider you my friends, so this is an apology if you've ever felt that I have
distanced myself from you.
Like many people with
chronic health and depression issues, I have gotten in the habit of pulling
away so that I don't present that weak me to the world, even those I consider
friends. LIke most of us, I don't like feeling vulnerable to the world and to
let you see the me that is metaphorically curled up on myself sitting on the
bottom of the shower stall crying. I'd rather you all believe I can adult with
the best of them and take on the world with confidence and good humour!
I have spent the
better part of 40 years trying to be philosophical about life and "figure
it all out". I am NO WHERE near that goal (duh, obviously, since NO ONE
can be!). I have learned a lot, though. So, I want to sound like I know what I’m
talking about so people listen and learn from what I've been through. I think
we all know we're all fakes in this area! Inside, we're all children until the
day we die. (For my spiritual or religious friends, I'd like to note that I
think this is what the Bible means when it talks about entering the kingdom of
heaven as children.)
One night, years ago,
I woke up out of a dead sleep with the very clear understanding of the meaning
of life. Life is about relationships: Relationships with ourselves, with our
environment, with God, with other people, with animals, with information…we
live in relation to everything. We are defined, not by other people or our
environment, but by who we are in relation to everything. I’ve heard “You are
the same today as you will be 5 years from now except for the books you read
and the people you meet.” Circumstances change us. People change us.
I have been changed by
the people I have met in my 4 decades on this planet. Their feelings, their
opinions, their treatment of me, my treatment of them, their love, their pity,
their ire, their amusement, their disgust, their consideration. I have clear
memories and loving feelings toward people who may not even remember me now. I
feel sad about lost relationships and even sadder about lost lives. I still
feel guilt over mean things I have said. I still feel hurt over mean things that
were said to me. I have moved on, but the memories will never go away. The love
I have been given still strengthens me.
I often feel like
maybe the worst friend ever. I do know that relationships go both ways, but
being chronically ill often leaves me depressed and beating myself up for
things I can’t do. Withdrawing usually feels personal to people, who think that
I simply don’t want to be friends with them anymore. Sometimes effort is needed
for me to interact. Most people don’t’ have the time, energy, or inclination to
“pull me out of my shell”. It’s an energy drain to them. After awhile, people
stop expending the energy.
I guess this is just
my way of trying to explain. I want my experiences to help others. When I am
freaking out, hugging myself and crying for what seems like no reason, I’d like
to believe that even this part of my life has meaning and purpose. What else
are we here for if not to help others?