Give Sorrow Words

I love the connections I’ve made here (even though I’m not the most diligent commenter!). I go some places where the writer has a sense of humor and I get a little laugh (and sometimes I find myself with my head thrown back in a riot of laughter). I go to some blogs because they are old friends and I want to keep up and see what’s going on in their lives and with their families. Some blogs inspire me artistically. Some help me plan dinner and inspire me to cook with a good attitude. I go to some blogs for beauty’s sake. Sometimes I go places to read about the trials that women are going through and see how they are pulling through. Some blogs help me in my determination to be a better mother or inspire me to give more in service. Not all of us blog for the same reasons. Thank goodness for that!

I haven’t gone through the trial of infertility, but now I understand it a little better and am more sensitive to it. I have never lived through abuse as a child, yet somehow I understand its effects in a deeper way than I once did. I have never been clinically depressed, although I’ve come close enough, and I take comfort in the fact that it happens to women around the globe and somehow we make it through to the other side. I have never had to live through the grief of losing the love of my life, but I have learned that the process of grief is similar in all its many kinds of losses and I find that when someone is brave enough to write about it, it helps me grow. I love that when I have a question, I can ask it here and I get answers. I love that if I need encouragement, you are always so positive! I have been able to complain about the difficulties of motherhood, as much as we love those little people. I have been able to get feedback professionally and artistically. I have been able to start new hobbies and have new ways of feeling fulfillment. I have been able to vent about ADD and the way it affects me so profoundly. I have been able to share the beauty of life and love.

One thing I haven’t been able to blog about at the request of my parents is what I am going through as a daughter whose parents are going through divorce. I want to be able to—not so I can air “family secrets” or cause embarrassment, but because I am sure that I would get a new kind of support. I would have support from other people who have had to suffer the many effects of the tearing apart of a strong family unit. I would have a better understanding of what its limitations are and which coping methods can be helpful. I would most likely feel an outpouring of love and understanding. Maybe there would be some comfort in knowing that other people have gone through phases of anger and complete love and forgiveness, sometimes in the same exact moment. Sometimes it may be good to have a little comic relief through writing about the drama. Sometimes I think it would do me a great deal of good to write the many lessons I have learned and how I have been strengthened as an individual, as a child of God, as a wife, as a mother, as a daughter. I don’t know why writing helps, but it does. Shakespeare wrote, “Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o’er-fraught heart and bids it break.” I feel the truth of these words now.