Today I am waxing reflective. Of course. This year is drawing to a
close. And I am so grateful. Good bye and good riddance. Adios 2019.
Part of writing a new post includes looking at what I posted last. It's a
good post actually. And only a few who read it, got it. Because as much
as I talked about stinky stuff (aka... shit), I know there's hope. Hope
in the light coming on. Light bulb moments are filled with hope.
Because without them, the darkness is overwhelmingly dark.
This has certainly been a year. A year I'd just as soon not see again.
All of my kids were plagued by their acute depressive disorder. And I
nearly lost one of them. The job was, well, just a job. And since I am a
teacher, there is no effective way to do the job when it is just a job.
It is too big. Too fierce. Too full of passion. Too thankless. Too
structured. Too regimented. Oh. Yeah. The big push, my passion, at my
job, is this: trauma-responsive classroom for traumatized kids. Well,
for all kids. Trauma-informed/sensitive/responsive practices benefit
all kids. Oh. And adults as well. Because if adults are living a calm,
regulated life, their kids most likely will be doing the same. But I
have lived in perpetual crisis since October of 2017. This is when my
daughter left traditional school. This is when I found out how my
district supports it's teachers. This is when I realized that talking
the talk and walking the walk are vastly different things. This is when I
knew that if I left my depressed 8th grader in public school, she would
die. Probably at her own hand. And sooner, rather than later. This is
when I started down a slippery slope of too much mental clutter to
function effectively in ways that benefit my home life or my career.
This is when I found out how truly helpless I really am. My world began
unraveling. And it has continued doing so for the past 2 years. What
have I gained for my high levels of stress and toxicity? More stress. A
perpetual cycle of not being available to parent my very high needs kid,
which leads to more guilt, which leads to more exhaustion, which leads
to brain fog (don't laugh, it's a real thing), which leads to less
ability to function in any capacity, which leads to knowing I am a
failure at parenting, adulting and teaching. Which leads to me pondering
the effectiveness of driving off a bridge or into an on-coming semi. To
which I say, where now is the hope? The hope of ending family crisis
and career burnout? Where is the hope that all this time, energy,
fatigue and effort being poured into my kid will pay off? How will she
effectively fight her suicidal tendencies if her mom leaves her in the
same fashion? This leads to more hopelessness and more fog and more
cortisol being released and more perpetual crisis.
If you read this in the fashion that it was penned (okay, well, typed)
then you are tired now. And out of breath. And that is my life. Bursts
and breaks. It's not a literary accident or failure. It's true to life.
My life.
I'm fairly certain that the light at the end of the tunnel has flickered
with hope for the last time. It has been extinguished and I'm here,
again, in the darkness. So if you read my last blog post and you were
saddened by my sadness, realize that sadness paired with hope is still
hopeful. Sadness paired with despair is a completely different beast.
And this is the time it is appropriate to worry. To know that a soul who
feels only the burden of their shortcomings and no hope for a real
change or a brighter future, that is a soul on the brink. The brink of a
disaster that is too huge to even fathom. Because it will be buried.
In more societal shame and secrecy. And more baggage and societal norms
and aches will be placed on my children in their "healing" process,
leading to more trauma, more disconnectedness and the cycle will repeat.
Again, and again, and again.
Today, I got up to try and pull myself out of the hole I am in, and
realized that it's cold and dark down here, and I don't have the energy
to climb. And without some form of light, I have no reason to try. To
scratch at the walls of dark, cold, despair. Today I am beyond the edge
of despair. Today despair is wrapped around me like a warm blanket.
without the warmth. Just cold. and dark.
