It all has to Start Somewhere

Sharing truths to help others, why, because for the first time in a long I felt like I finally get it. Life is hard!

We all have had our life lessons whether big or small that change us. They make us rethink things and do things differently the next time.

I’ve been in my share of “bad” relationships with little communication and lots of control and many old beliefs that I was following unknowingly. I eventually felt like I no longer knew who I was.

It’s said that people stay in bad relationships because they know what to expect, and anything outside of that unknown is terrifying.

I get it, and I’m thankful I’ve had healthy relationships since. But that doesn’t mean that they were perfect or lasted.

One of the hardest, most humbling things I’ve ever done was to end my first marriage after 8.5 years together. When I left that relationship I also lost a (step)son. I felt like I had lost myself. I was an over glorified house keeper/cook and errand and laundry maid. I felt overwhelmed, frustrated and under appreciated.

When I left, I shutdown. I felt like a quitter and it totally sucked. I didn’t believe in divorce, but I couldn’t see a way to unhear and undo all the things that tore the relationship apart.

Several months later, life was quieter. I spent lots of time with a dear friend who had cancer, I got a rescue pup and I started to live life again.

My whole belief of having to have everything together all the time and put on a brave face was over. I could be human and okay. I felt broken, with all my cracks showing to everyone, it was terrifying and freeing.

Why do I share this? Because I know there is someone out there that is experiencing something similar, they have been made to believe that they are small and powerless and they have had enough, but there is fear about what is next.

Surround yourself with a community of kind, loving people that see you for who you are. Set up boundaries for yourself to keep yourself from going back and repeating same mistakes and learn to love yourself first

The hardships of grief

What started out as a normal day turned quickly. Our pup Athena was still in bed, when my mom was looking to walk her. She seemed to be a bit slower and  tired. I made an appointment that am at the vet office.  We took 2 cars knowing she would be coming home with Mom, and I would go from there to my office.  After some x-rays we learn that she had two tumors on either side of her heart making it difficult for her to breathe.

She didn’t come home.  My husband met us at the vet office.  We cried, we loved on her as best we could knowing that it was the last time. 

We left her there and went all home to a house that felt so empty.  We shed so many tears and shared memories of all her silliness.  We couldn’t sleep or eat.  Just feeling lost and out of balance.   

Mom was especially lonely during the day when we went to work, no more walking buddy in the morning, no one to talk too when we were at work. 

It’s been just shy of a year, we still shed tears and smile when we see pictures of her.  She will always hold a piece of our heart.

We have made room for a new pup, but her presence is still missed each and every day.  The loss is still felt but our perspective is different we realize how lucky we were to have 14 years with her.  

Grief is a crazy thing, it comes in waves, sometimes  crashing down all around you and other times just gently pulling you in. 

Stress During a Pandemic

This topic is interesting to me in so many ways. Not only in what we will 5 years from now, but mostly because it is new, and it is ever changing. We started with limited information and base decisions on what we are given. Then new, different information is received and we need to absorb it, process it and makes sense of it so that we can pivot and change so that we are incorporating that new information into the equation.

As a person that practices in a health care setting, I still consider myself lucky. I do the work I do because I love it and I enjoy working with people that are looking for solutions to their pain. Has my family experienced loss of loved ones from Covid-19. Yes, we have. By no means am I trying to make light of these losses, they are tough! It has gotten to a point that there are more people that have some instance where they know of someone that has had Covid or have been exposed in some way.

The question then comes, what do you do in response to knowing all this information? Do you become paranoid, fearful. What happens when you feel that you have been using all the safe practices possible but you still receive a test saying Covid is detected? Victim mode can kick in, resentment, you start to hyper focus on all of your most recent exchanges with people, you can point a finger, you can blame, you can get angry, but ultimately what does it change? Not a darn thing. You have facts, you make decisions based on those facts, in the case of CDC and Public Health any persons in contact with you get notified anonymously so they can make educated decisions to keep from spreading the virus.

There is a reason that people are notified anonymously, I understand this, not only to safe guard the individual but also to ensure that others possibly affected take the necessary precautions. However there is still a stigma associated with it. It is easy to feel guilty and beat yourself up. You don’t want people to know because of fear of what others might think and how they might judge you.

Living in a pandemic is interesting. I honestly believe there is no person that would want to infect anyone else with something that could possible have a tremendous impact on someone’s well being. I do believe in being honest and having conversations with individuals to let them know what is going on. It is hard to not react with fear. I believe that when you step up and share this type of information with others it is a sign of good character, you are being honest and vulnerable during a tough situation, but showing respect for others.

However this can backfire on you, you can have the best of intents and if the other person is not in a space to receive this information but coming from a victim or fear mode, then you might question all you good intentions.

Bottom line we are in a pandemic, not everyone show symptoms, there is no exact method to determine how you came to get the virus. Yes we can use current information to try to narrow down when we were exposed, but still there is no serial number to identify it. We can judge people and say that they must not have had safe practices but what do we actually know. We don’t. The only thing we can do is do our very best. Wear a mask, wash your hands, be mindful when and if you are around other people.

We are in a pandemic that is constantly changing. Being fearful is not helpful, instead I’m reminded that we have yet to totally understand all the information we need to know about this virus. The idea of immunizing the heard seems to be the most plausible at this point to limit the loss of life. I’m just hopeful that once people become immunized they do not become slack in their practice of wearing a mask.

We can not see the virus, some people get severe symptoms while others get mild to no symptoms. Because of this I’m reminded of when I was training to be an Emergency Medical Technician (many years ago. You treat every person as if they have a blood borne pathogen or in this case as if they have the virus. You wear the proper Personal Protective Equipment to keep you and the other person safe.

I pray for all those and their loved ones that have had to deal with this type of scenario, it is not easy, it can be scary, but we as people can still show kindness, love and support for others. By pulling back and get stressed and not communicating with people we are not helping, we are limiting ourselves and limiting our good on this world.