Tuesday, March 4, 2014
I am tired all the time.
I am tired of dwelling
I am tired of trusting,
trying, or pretending
tired of succeeding.
And, dear God – I am so tired of failing.
In psychology class we recently finished a chapter on human development. As the authors described the latter part of the life span there was a paragraph on the stresses older adults face. Death of a spouse has been found to be the most significant, stressful event in a person’s lifetime. Most never recover and it’s not uncommon for couples who have been married a long time to die within 2 years of one-another. A broken heart.
But what if you’re 40?
I saw a table where life events were given a rating (a stress factor) of 1 – 100. (The Holmes and Rahe Stress Scale)
Death of a Spouse sat at the top with a solid 100,
followed twenty-seven points later by divorce at 73.
Death of a child ranked at 63.
What do you do with that?
I’m one-hundred tired.
and I can't go back
I moved out of my parents house and lived with Rob at 19. We were so young. Stupid.
Neither of us had ever lived on our own. We grew up together and figured things out. We became parents at a young age and, for the most part, we figured that out together, too. Neither of us were attending church when we started dating – but through God’s grace we made God the center of our lives and learned that part together as well. We didn’t know a whole lot about anything, but the little things that each of us brought to the relationship complimented the others lacking knowledge and so we made our way.
We messed up - A LOT. but, we laughed a whole lot, too.
A friend recently pointed me to a blog called a lovely frame, and asked me if I felt like this woman in one of her posts titled “a girl named wild” (if you chose to read it, be warned, it’s explicit).
this. every day.
I don’t want you to tell me how great you think I’m doing or that you’re praying for me.
I just want you to know that it doesn't get easier.
I don't want to figure anything else out by myself today
I miss him.
And I’m so fucking tired.