I had another blog written and was going to publish it after returning from my parent’s house on Monday. But there was a change in plans. My mother quickly opened the door and said,” Hurry, we’re watching a video of Steve’s graduation!” I suddenly had butterflies in my stomach as though I were going to meet an old Love. Although I’ve been able to properly grieve over the years, I haven’t seen or heard him speak since he passed.
Needless to say, I was excited. But with this excitement, there was a touch of nervousness. I was unsure of what I would see, or hear, and what I would feel. I watched him stand up and give a speech, thanking everyone who’d helped him throughout his high school career. I held onto his voice, that voice that I hadn’t heard in years and have forgotten. I saw timidity in his eyes, anxiousness in his hands, and I felt the tenderness of his heart. I saw a beautiful soul in an extremely messed up world.
As I listened to his friends speak before and after him, I thought about the roles that they’d played in his life. I wondered if any of them were able to hear him crying inside? Individuals that he hung out with and gave most of his time to; did they really see him? Did he allow them to see him?
Several questions arose in my mind; “Was he ever okay? Did a certain incident push him over the edge? Did this mental disorder rule his mind to where he felt this was the only way to escape it? Was life just too much?”
His voice brought back a lot of hurt, but it also prompted more healing. After his death I struggled with survivor’s guilt. Since I battled depression, I felt like that could’ve easily been me. I didn’t understand why God was so gracious to me. Why He showed me mercy and placed His healing hands around my shattered mind and began to piece it back together. Why did He do it for me and not my brother? I continued to ask myself this, but as I watched him the other day, I felt peace.
I was able to accept that there was turmoil going on inside of my brother that I may never understand. Each person’s journey and battle is different. I don’t believe in the concept of “placing myself in someone else’s shoes” because they may not wear the same size as me. Therefore, the feeling of every step is going to vary between the two of us.
There were times in my life that I could definitely understand why he wouldn’t want to be a part of this world anymore, but I don’t know what demons he faced. I can’t place myself in his shoes (believe me, I’ve tried), but I can choose to walk a different path than he did. I can choose to live and THRIVE, rather than just get by and survive.
Of course circumstances can hinder my success in life, or what society views as success. But I can focus on what it looks like to mentally and emotionally thrive, despite my circumstances. As I mentioned in a previous blog, ask yourself “What do I need in my life to feel healthy?” Some may need to change the people they surround themselves with. Others may seek counseling, take medication, or fight to turn their battle over to God.
I choose to be transparent. I am transparent with whomever is willing to truly listen and with God. This transparency holds me accountable to sharing my joys and my demons. So that someone knows where I am (mentally) at all times. For it is in isolation that I retreat into my mind and revert back to “survival mode” where nobody cares about me and life is daunting.
And sometimes nobody catches it. Nobody sees the warning signs, but God does. My transparency with Him through prayer (simply talking to Him) throughout the day allows Him to see me in the darkest valley.
Some may be fighting a different monster, such as a chemical imbalance or mood disorder (like my brother). The thought of thriving may seem ridiculous because surviving to the next day is your only hope. In these circumstances I beg you to reach out to someone and be vulnerable. Allow them to see your scars and walk with you. You are not alone and you are loved.
Although my brother did not make it past 22 years of age, he still reminds me that I have a purpose and that I deserve to thrive. That is now my mission, what I am fighting for each day. And when I can’t do it for myself, I think of my family… my kids. I think of my brother, and I do it for them. I CHOOSE TO THRIVE!!!
I pray you’re resting peacefully Steve.