It’s Been One of Those [insert time frame] and Our Friends Kept Us Alive
I haven’t died/run away/gone blind.
I’m just tired, and unmotivated, and trying to fight of The Big Dark while the real dark of winter creeps in. I’m not alone, so it seems. Lots of my fellow bloggers are struggling in one way or another, fighting the good fight, blogging the good blog. Jen and Tonic is considerably more eloquent about it. Amy West is attacking people in her sleep. Not even The Muppets can chase away Rollergiraffe’s ennui. I watch my friends Ruby, Human in Recovery, and Creative Liar just trying to get through the day, with varying degrees of success. There’s many of us.
My husband, Le Clown, is by my side as we prop each other up while our family faces hurdle after hurdle. Between my nervous breakdown, Le Clown’s sociopathic bosses (current company excluded), an ongoing custody battle, and a toddler that laughs in the face of sleep, I think all of look forward to the day where we can just do more than just survive.
In the same breath, I can see how incredibly GOOD our life is. We have an abundance of love at home. Our blogging friends, many of whom we have never met face to face, prove time and time again to be supportive, loving, generous, and kind. The very best of humanity. The people we deal with at Company A or Institution X have been patient, sympathetic, and helpful. The various health professionals we see help us enormously. And somehow, every time we think “that’s it, game over”, something or someone comes along and helps get us through. In-the-flesh friends and family have been an unending source of support as well, keeping our collective heads above water.
Extra special thanks to my mom, my step-dad, my bio-dad, Weebs, Betty, and JB for your love and friendship. They’ve all been caught in their own private shitstorms, and yet have been able to extend their hands. Such. Good. People.
Since I’m cantankerous by nature, it’s only right that I end the post on this note. Maybe you’ve been there.