Skip to main content

My Family

My family is... amazing. We haven't always gotten along, and we're all very different people, but there's something special about my family. I think a lot of other families would have fallen apart after all that we've been through, and trust me, we have had some short-term falling-outs, but over time my family has just gotten stronger. We have had to depend on each other and ask for each other's help so often, that somehow we've become this odd intertwined web.

The last few weeks, we have been dealing with some major struggles, bigger than our usual money and stress struggles. One would think that after how much emotional energy has been expended lately, none of us would have much left to give. For some reason, though, my mom and my brother are here today essentially taking care of me. They've gone grocery shopping with me, cooked dinner for me, and are helping me give my apartment a good cleaning. They didn't have to do it, they didn't have to leave their new house where they still have a lot of unpacking to do, come up this weekend, and give me a chance to rest and focus on getting caught up on school, but they did. How many other families would make a trip to do that outside of extreme circumstances? If anything, I should have gone back home to them this weekend to take care of them.

I distinctly remember writing a blog post two or three years ago about how my family was essentially a group of strangers living in the same house together, and I don't think that was just teenage angst. After years and years of people constantly coming and going from my family, we finally hit this rock bottom place where we realized that we were the only constant thing any of us had had in our lives for a very long time and yet none of us really knew each other. We never said it aloud, and I don't think any of us necessarily realized the change within our family or that moment we understood that we needed each other, but it's different now. My family has this strength, this bond. It might have taken us 22 years to get there, but what do you expect when we have been perpetually healing over the last 16 years?

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Love Monologue from the movie Stardust

Yvaine: You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it; I've seen centuries and centuries of it. It's the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All the wars, pain, lies, and hate, made me want to turn away and never look down again. But to see the way that mankind loves! I mean you could search the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So, yes I know that love is unconditional, but I also know it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable, and strangely easy to mistake for loathing. And, well, what I'm trying to say, Tristan, is.. I think I love you. My heart it feels like my chest can barely contain it, like it doesn't belong to me anymore; it belongs to you, and if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange: no gifts, no goods, no demonstrations of devotion, nothing, but knowing you love me, too. Just your heart in exchange for min...

Why Lent?

Earlier today, I tweeted something about Lent, and then I decided that my impression of this tradition is far too complicated to confine to tweets. Essentially, I do not understand the point of Lent the way that most people choose to celebrate it. I get the basics of it, you give up something for 40 days because Jesus wandered the desert for 40 days while fasting, and you want to show Him your love and devotion by giving up something of yours for Him. Here's the thing, though, after those 40 days, Jesus went out and began His ministry. His 40 days of fasting were in preparation for Him to give His life to the salvation of the world. The idea behind Lent is that if you give up these things that we don't realize we spend so much time doing, you can then devote that time and energy to God through service, prayer, devotional time, etc. Lent is supposed to be a time where you not just make a sacrifice of something you like but where you spend time reestablishing your connection with...

I am not okay...

For weeks now, I have been in a downward spiral. I don't know when it started or why, but I have reached the point where I no longer feel in control, a point that I have been terrified of since I first sought help a year and a half ago. I feel constantly lonely, searching for companionship in the worlds of fantasy TV shows and books, just like I did with Harry Potter when I was growing up. I can't sleep at night. I fear the loneliness, so I keep reading or watching TV because I know as soon as I stop I will feel the weight of my world pinning me to my bed with no where else to go, no one to lay next to me and hold me and bear part of the weight with me. My ability to be rational or reasonable, all of my strength and confidence, they've disappeared. Instead, I go day-to-day mostly just existing until the night hits, and then I just feel pain. I can't remember the last night I didn't lay in my bed and cry. I have shut down, and the only reaction I have to anything is...