I have often been told "God doesn't give you more than you can handle." and "What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger." I have faced devastation more than once in my life and let me tell you, it hasn't killed me and it did make me stronger, but if I had to do it over again. I wouldn't. How much is someone expected to take before they give in, give up? I guess it depends on the individual. Let's take for instance. In my life I have: grown up with an abusive ,alcoholic father, been an unwed teenage mother, married an alcoholic/drug addict, been diagnosed with bipolar. anxiety disorder, raised 2 children alone, been evicted from my apartments several times, haven't been able to pay my bills on multiple occasions, haven't been able to buy food for my kids, haven't had health insurance, fought for child support (constantly), and today...
Well today, I was told by my doctor found a spot on my lung.
But before I hear anyone condemn me , I know this is my fault. I smoke, I knew what i was doing and I knew the consequences. But I also know there are people in the world who do a hell of a lot worse than I do and are never touched by anything remotely close to this. So, why me? Why now? My kids are graduating this year, I am "this close" to finally getting my own home and I get slammed with this phone call from my doctor. For 40 years I have fought to live a normal life. Well, some sense of normalcy anyway. I want to know what does it take? What does it take to have something good happen? To have God be happy with me? What have I done that was so horribly wrong that I deserve so much garbage in my life? With a blink this could all go away, things could be good, but it never happens.
I know I have wasted so much time worrying about little things I have no control over. I have no control over anything other than me. It is a scary thought, to know I have so little control, being the control freak that I am. I just want the best for everyone but I never gave a thought to what I want. What I need. Because it was never important to me. My main purpose in life was to help other people achieve their happiness, because that is what made me happy. I don’t know how well I did, but to help someone, anyone, was all I wanted to do. And now I have to focus on what I need to do for myself. The funny thing is, I don’t know where to begin and it terrifies me. I hate depending on anyone. I have been down that road before and the people I counted on let me down, terribly.
I know there are so many out there suffering and you cannot know how it breaks my heart, because I have been there and I know what you are going through. I don't know what tomorrow will bring for me, or any of us. For today, I don’t know what to think either. I wish I had the answers, I really do. The only thing I know is that I will continue to pray, for all of us, for strength and guidance that we can make it through the dark times in our lives.
Be Blessed~
Lisa