The Music of Laughter

nathan-anderson-FHiJWoBodrs-unsplashThe night our toddler was diagnosed with cancer was terrifying, confusing and full of unknown fears. As I consider the condition of the world today I know these are emotions that are shared by so many. On that night we had friends who rallied to help us pack for a journey to the children’s hospital in Denver, 8 hours away, where our daughter was to receive treatment.

As I watched one of our friends having a fight with our portable crib I was overcome with laughter watching him struggle to collapse the crib into its carrying case. He, having no child equipment experience was overcome with frustration, trying to get all the levers clicked and buttons pushed to origami fold the crib. Something about the wrestling match he and the crib were having struck my funny bone and I sat back and roared.  He looked at me and said curiously “Now?You’re laughing at a time like this.” I remember thinking, “If we can’t laugh we’ll never make our way through this.”

Don’t misunderstand me. I’m not talking about foolishly disregarding the situation at hand or laughing carelessly in the face of danger. Its just my firm belief that no matter the circumstances joy, joviality, laughter, fun, happiness, gratitude or appreciation are always beneficial, especially when they are in short supply. These things cost us nothing but the return on their investment yields improved outlook and best case scenario attitude.

Smile when you’re alone. Enjoy one another’s company when you can and laugh because the world, especially now, needs to hear that music to soothe its soul and fears.

Support

blogRecently I bought a new workout bra.  The last two, ages 10 and 12 respectively, had lost their youthful elasticity and therefore usefulness. They were put out to pasture.

A new one was commissioned into service. Slightly fancier, this one has a front zipper making it easier to get into than some of its irritating counterparts that require contortionist skills get into.  Underneath the zipper was one hook and eyelet presumably providing “security” if the zipper gave out. Not sure this is an effective safety measure since if the whole zipper were to give and that 1/16 inch of wire was still holding, it would still be quite a show. That hook feels about as effective at security as the extra strap on a bungy jumping harness or the reminder to tuck into a ball when a plane is crashing. If the system is going to fail, it will no doubt be 100% catastrophic. 

The hook wasn’t the whole problem. The problem was the distance between my eyes and the hook . It appears I am aging, a happy thought since the alternative is less productive. However, my eyes couldn’t focus on the impossible tiny loop to put the hook into because it was too close and my bifocals weren’t within reach. After many failed attempts to lasso the hook and after I quit cussing I decided I was probably to old to work out after all. Who needs a gym? Hell, I worked up a sweat during this ordeal anyway! My next thought was that maybe I should just suspend all activities that required traction devices until the girls drifted further south where I could actually focus on anything meant to hold them together. Sucks to need support.

However, support is crucial. Fact of life. Whether leading a life of normalcy and relative peace or one of chaos and tragedy everybody needs a community around them to support them. It takes intentionality to build and maintain relationships. Sometimes the process is exhausting. But the return on investment is well worth the investment of time. When tragedy or hardship comes into our lives, as it does in every life, the lifeline is the network of friends and loved ones that you can depend on.

So, lean in. Make an effort and begin the process of creating a network that can be your life saving safety net when you need one. 

A blinder against hope – Depression

blogI’ve been there. It’s a surreal landscape. Terrifying. Disconcerting. Depression is a blinder against all hope. It blocks out all light and confuses the senses. You feel the confusion of weightlessness, nothingness and at the same time feel as if your heart weighs a thousand pounds. It is to feel the full responsibility of the world tied to you like a ticking bomb and to know you are powerless to escape it. 

Depression lays like a heavy, inviting, itchy, smelly blanket. You may want to leave that smelly cocoon but it is too damn heavy to move by yourself. At the same time, you want to stay in your blanket cave . You are fully aware that its a cold world out there and so shedding the blanket sounds foolish. Plus what if someone stole your familiar, what you already know, away? This is depression.

At its extreme, all the failures and faults of your life are laid out before you and the verdict is in. You mean nothing. You are nothing and will not be missed. You have failed at  what every other person you know has accomplished; just being a basic good human. The sick brain warps what is the ultimate selfish act into one of sacrifice and surrender.  In the darkness there are no acceptable answers. No choice is good.

Depression is very often about the past but anxiety is based in the future.  Neither are hospitable places for us to spend our emotional currency. Anxiety and depression are thieves. They steal your present and your future by overwhelming the senses with loneliness, uselessness and futility.

Putting one foot in front of another. Working towards a better today and tomorrow. Hopeful faith, believing in something bigger and more powerful than yourself. These are the only useful combatants in the fight against depression and anxiety.

Here’s to the living the day with hope for a brighter tomorrow.

DID – Formerly Multiple Personality Disorder

blogI’ve watched all the movies and tv shows about Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), formerly known as multiple personality disorder. The screen has brought us Sybil, Three Faces of Eve and the United States of Tara. These shows, while introducing this relatively unknown and misunderstood disorder to the public conversation, have turned DID into entertainment.

“DID is a mental disorder characterized by the maintenance of at least two distinct and relatively enduring personality states. This is accompanied by memory gaps beyond what would be explained by ordinary forgetfulness.Dissociative identity disorder is a complex psychological condition that is likely caused by many factors, including severe trauma during early childhood (usually extreme, repetitive physical, sexual, or emotional abuse). Dissociative identity disorder is a severe form of dissociation, a mental process which produces a lack of connection in a person’s thoughts, memories, feelings, actions, or sense of identity. The dissociative aspect is thought to be a coping mechanism — the person literally shuts off or dissociates himself from a situation or experience that’s too violent, traumatic, or painful to assimilate with his conscious self.”

I have DID. My friends and family are largely unaware of this because I know how to camouflage myself. Covering up my personality and its quirks is a life long occupation. My experience with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) is not a life of obvious changes, in and out of personalities with stark contrasts like Jekyll and Hyde. Its a journey of subtlety and confusion.

 I have spent days driving around in my car unsure of where I was going or where I had been. I lose track of time for hours at a time. My internal dialogue is a smattering of different voices. I am a gathering of fragments of different people, rather than one whole brain. When I work or read a book it is difficult for me to concentrate because of so many conversations going on in my head. My condition has inflection when I am triggered by past events, people, smells, memories or other triggers. I look in the mirror and the image staring back at me doesn’t look like its real.

Often times when I look at photographs of myself I have no memory of the photograph happening. I have some vague understanding that the person in the photo is me but I don’t remember the moment depicted.

My children tease me about my horrible memory but its true – my memory is terrible because I can go someplace or have a conversation and later not remember it at all . Recently I told my daughter we should go to a new restaurant I wanted to take her to and she told me we had already been there.  I have no recollection of the dinner we had there together.

In the movies a person with DID has an intentional and obvious switch in their personalities. Three Faces of Eve shows a head drop each time her personality changes. When Tara’s (United States of Tara) changes personalities she also changes clothes, attitudes and experiences. Each personality has its own life. These examples are vastly different than the slight shift I feel when my personalities change. For me it can be a blankness, a complete whiteout that happens in my brain or it can be a defined shift of emotion. Heavy fear, insignificance, insecurity all characterize some part of my personality.

My personalities don’t have names or dramatic shifts that are obvious to an outside, unpracticed eye. They are all well hidden beneath a thick exterior that is adept at hiding the shifts.

Frankly I am reticent to post this part of my mental health diagnosis because I know it sounds surreal and made up. I worry about judgement from others. However, whats most important to me is that I know my own experiences. I also trust the many psychiatrists and therapists who have worked on my case. I hope my life and writing can bring some light to this misunderstood, mischaracterized and misinterpreted disorder.

The weirdest girl

When I was in junior high I had braces with a medieval contraption called mouth gear that wrapped metal around my head, secured with an elastic band around my neck.  I was short. I had stick straight jet black hair and didn’t look like any other kids in my all white school. I wore hand me downs and goodwill dollar bin clothes. I felt uglier than any child ever on the face of the earth. One day a pretty popular girl told me I looked like a cow when I chewed my gum and I felt her insult to the core.

Junior high is pretty universally accepted as a time of torture for most children.  Our insecurities flared and we tried to camouflage them with wearing identical clothing. The lucky kids had name brands and no acne.

The challenge is that many of us never outgrow junior high.  We still feel like the weirdest, most awkward kid in the room. No matter who we are we feel like we stick out like a lightbulb in black room. We try to hide our insecurities with charisma and wittiness, but fail to believe it ourselves.

As an adult who is educated, talented and not completely unfortunate looking I still feel that way – like everybody is looking at me when I enter a room.

But its time for a change of perspective. We have been gifted with uniqueness, not weirdness. We have been given distinction, not difference. Life has offered us beauty in all forms and we make it ugly by comparing ourselves with each other.

I’m not the weirdest girl in the room anymore. I may be mentally ill, I am still short and my hair still doesn’t look like most other people I know. I wear athletic clothing all the time even though I don’t have the body of an athlete but I’m not weird. I’m blessed and special in God’s eyes and in the eyes of those who love me.  That is something to celebrate and I will celebrate it!