Sometimes somethings happen that are beyond your control. They’re awful. They’re heart-breaking. And they make you want to yell, and cry, and punch something.
Sometimes those things that happen are close to your heart, and so it feels like your world has been ripped apart.
Sometimes, in those moments, it’s really nice to have great friends who send you texts like, “Man that sucks. You wanna go grab some lunch?” And, “Hey, why don’t we get together tonight and just hang out”. And friends who happen to be moving on the same day and let you come over and let you take your frustrations out on unpacking dishes in the kitchen, all the while giving you space, letting you talk when you need to and acting like it’s completely normal for tears to be running down your face while you unpack boxes.
Sometimes, you can’t write because every word that comes out of your mouth is vile and untrustworthy.
Sometimes your so emotionally exhausted that you manage to find sleep even when your heart is broken.
Sometimes you wake up in the wee hours of the morning because you had a dream, a dream where the situation was resolved, the tension was gone, and everything was right again…then you realize that it was just a dream. And all the frustration, anger, vile thoughts, and tears return. And you lay there, silently, scrolling through Facebook updates just to get your mind off the situation…but it doesn’t work.
Sometimes your daughter wakes up, shrieking and squealing with delight, bouncing up and down in her crib, ecstatic to see you. You pick her up and crawl back in bed with your husband, who puts his arms around you while your baby girl does somersaults all over the bed.
Sometimes a smile and a hysterical laugh from a little girl who’s going to be one next week, combined with the strong arms of your husband, can flip your world from upside down to right side up.