O.M.A. – Other Mother Always

My ex-husband’s mother, Margie, passed away last month and her birthday was yesterday. I am still coming to terms with what that means to me personally and to those who knew her and loved her. She told me once that when someone new comes into your life, you don’t kick anyone out, you just make more room in your heart for them. That was the essence of who she was; loving, all-inclusive, funny, fiercely protective of her loved ones and generous to a fault. She was my rock when I felt I like the riptide of mental instability was pulling me under; she reminded me I was more than a diagnosis and she never gave up on me. She is one of the first people to give me a mirror that wasn’t shattered, distorted or warped; I could see the beauty, the promise, the goodness and the strength that she saw. For this and for too many other reasons to mention, I will carry her with me in my heart, speak her words of love and compassion, make room in my heart for those who need a safe harbor and I will continue to talk to her, sing to her and if I ever do get married again, I know she will be wearing her dancing shoes and dancing up a storm, as promised. Until we meet again.

Fate’s Saving Grace

There are those who go through Life blindly trudging their way through each day, with no direction or purpose in their stride, just trying to make it through until they can escape into the refuge of the night and the fantasy of sleep, only to rise again in the morning and repeat the monotony of another day. They seem to believe that this is their destiny, to accept what is offered to them, no matter how incomplete they may feel, for this is all that they deserve. They like themselves, but do not truly love the person they are; they do what is expected of them and never question what they are told. They exist, but do not enjoy or love the life that is theirs.

If Fate looks kindly upon these people and if they can keep their eyes and hearts open, someone will enter their life who will help them to realize that they are indeed a very special person; that they can realize their hopes and make their dreams a reality. This someone will not tell them what to do, but offer them a way to accomplish what they desire; or maybe by speaking to them, listening to their words, can help them help themselves. By being a different kind of mirror for them to see themselves through, without all the insecurities and faults they see; with a clearer reflection of who they really are.

To encounter a person such as this is a very rare find indeed and should be treasured for their talents and dedication. In a world that is mostly negative and cold, it is exceptionally refreshing to find someone who is positive and warm, genuine and caring and truly desires to help those who do not know how to help themselves.

Such a person may sound like a dream or a character from a child’s book of fairy tales but I have found a person who is all of this and more; she has helped me to realize that I was one of those people stumbling blindly through my days and has given me the praise, encouragement and wisdom that has enabled me to love myself enough to demand more from Life than what is offered, to realize that dreams can become realities and to know that nothing is impossible so long as you believe. I do believe.

 

Weddings Always Make Me Cry

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I was fortunate enough to be at the wedding of two truly amazing people yesterday. I have known the bride for years, as she is one of Devon’s core (Hard Core!) group of oldest, best friends. Her now-husband is an intelligent, quiet and thoughtful man who absolutely and whole heartedly loves her with every cell in his being. The feeling is mutual of course and though I know they have struggles, tough times, trying situations and all, I have every faith that they will grow old together, hold hands when they walk down the street, gaze into each other’s eyes like they are seeing them for the first time, every time. These two are hope for happiness, a shining example that True Love is alive and well, working its magic and giving glow to all those around them.

The wedding was a simple ceremony, but the collective love was so great, it created a wave that just flowed between each and every person there. It touched our hearts, tears of happiness and joy were shed, laughter rang out and strangers became friends; troubles forgotten for the time, just being in the world of these two wonderful people. This is the magic of love, that brings people together, wraps them in a powerful blanket stronger than steel, more valuable than gold. Like armor against a harsh world, their love is their power, their truth and their salvation. I know the challenges that Life can present are oftentimes enormous, but I believe that these two will meet whatever the encounter on the Road of Life with a strong faith in their love and the willingness to do whatever it takes to make it through it. It makes my heart happy to see a gorgeous, confident woman looking absolutely radiant in her wedding dress and remember the young teenager that I first met so many years ago. I never gave birth to a daughter, but I have many daughters of my heart and she is the first.

So, I raise my cup of coffee and wish for you again for all the happiness your hearts can hold, all the sunrises your eyes can see and as much laughter as your body can bear.

Cheers!

 

 

Better Living Through Chemistry, Again

Today I realized that there is a reason why doctors (shrinks/psych docs, etc.) want us “chemically special” people to stay on our psych meds. It’s mostly because if we don’t, we tend to go a little bat-shit fucking crazy. My special brand of b.s.f.c. is my temper (see previous post about the Incredible Hulk) and my innate ability to see the funny/crazy/stupid things and comment on them in a (I’ve been told) highly entertaining manner. Combine those two fabulous talents and you end up with a really angry, funny, scary woman. It’s no wonder I haven’t had tons of men clamoring at my feet, begging me to marry them and make them the “happiest man in the world”. Yeah, you see it.
So, today at work, I was doing my very best to muzzle that mad, crazy, funny woman and get her to SHUT UP so we could keep our job and not call undo attention to ourselves (you do know by now that it is not single-occupancy in my mind, don’t you?) when, much to my dismay, a rather (ok seriously) snide comment flew out of my mouth. Oops. Did I say that???? It wasn’t the worst thing I could’ve said and it wasn’t said within hearing of the subject of said comment (at least I don’t think so) but it did help to illustrate in glorious Technicolor and Dolby Surround Sound that my filter had gone the way of my meds; outta there. Which leads me to this post. I know I haven’t posted in a long, long time, but I thought today I would try to channel some of my inner rage in a more positive, less fallout kind of way.
The flip side to the incredible anger is an equally incredible sadness. If I ever want to make myself cry, all I have to do is go to Facebook. There, I can find all the happy couples, the vacationing families with their matching outfits and cute poses in front of every scene imaginable. I can locate ex-boyfriends that still have my heart and find out that they have remarried, had more babies, vacationed in Italy or just gotten shitfaced at a friend’s wedding. All of this is wonderful and some part of me is happy for them, but another bigger, louder part of me thinks, “That’s all fine and good for them, but it’s not for you. You have your independence, your solitude and you can leave the toilet seat down until the end of time. Celebrate that!” Yeah, I do have those things. But I think the root of this deep sadness is the feeling that I had that and I let it go. More to the point, I set fire to it, destroyed it and made sure it was good and dead. At the time, it made perfect sense and it was the best thing to do for all concerned. Now I am starting to believe that was my one chance at happiness; that was the one man on the face of this wretched planet that loved me with all his heart (until I broke, crushed and basically shredded it) and I threw it away. Damn. My Bad, In a BIG WAY.
Of course, I know (logically) that there is more than just One True Love. I also know that hiding out in my apartment, binge-watching Netflix and investing my emotions in characters in a story is no real way to find love, or even quality of life. You gotta break some eggs to make an omelet and you’ve got to risk leaving your safe place and venture out into the cruel world to find what’s you need to feed your soul, give you a different view and possibly expand your horizons, challenge yourself and GROW. The only thing I’m doing by hiding out is allowing my fear to grow and God knows, it doesn’t need much help from me. It grows just fine so long as I give it lots of darkness, isolate myself away from people who may tell me that they are concerned about me or God forbid, have someone they’d like me to meet….eek!
Yet, it doesn’t do any good to have the knowledge and not act on it. So, my first step is to get back on my meds (I promise I will, Michael!) my experiment in going med-free has not been a total failure, as it has shown me how much of a difference they make in the quality of my life. I wish I didn’t have to take them, but I would bet that the diabetic wishes he could eat candy bars and not have to worry about his blood sugar; the cancer patient wishes she didn’t have to do chemo, etc. In the face of everything going on in the world, my problems are certainly First World problems, as my son would be quick to remind me.
That’s all for now. Love and light to you all.