I want to be honest, but can I?

I watched a facebook video the other day that had gone viral.  A brave young mother tearfully shared her feelings about her life caring for her child with autism.  She said, “Some days it is not ok.”  My heart swelled with pride and compassion for her, then clamped down with fear.  I couldn’t read the comments attached to the video because I didn’t want to see if there were people posting brutal cruel comments in response to her open honesty.

No ones life is easy.  We all experience difficult times and seasons.  The experiences may look different for everyone, but each one creates intense emotion and drama in our own life.  No one is exempt.  So because of that I know that we all have experienced a time when we didn’t believe we could continue on.

My mom used the phrase, “you are at the end of your rope.”  I would envision myself holding onto the end of a frayed rope with one arm, swinging above a deep crevasse over the sharp rocks below, with no visible rescue in sight.  That might sound extreme, but I know we all have felt like that at some time.

I don’t know what to say when someone kindly asks “How are you doing?”  I know the other person is often sincere and truly wants to know how things really are for me, but sometimes I am afraid that the rope will break and I will free-fall downwards heading toward an emotional collapse on the rocks below.  So I hold it all together and say, “We are doing great, Nick is happy.  We live each day as it comes.”

If you hear me say that, just know that I probably need a hug, send up some prayers for me and let me know that you love me.  I don’t think that I can ever be as openly raw as that young mother was on the video in her car but I completely relate to everything that she said.

I believe that our world will be a much better place if we can have empathy for others and treat them with kind compassion.  Look in their eyes, beyond their words and you will begin to see what others are going through.

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  1. Such true comments. We all go through tough times when we don’t know if we can hang on; when telling the truth is beyond words to express where we are. At such times, friends who can come alongside, who can hear what we say without words hang on for us as we lose our grasp on the end of our frayed rope…God’s gift in the midst of our chaos. I have been blessed to have had several. I hope I have been one.

  2. Over the years, we’ve been the cushion at the bottom of each other’s free-fall. And I’ll be that for you again when you need it. Sending you a hug, prayers and love, all rolled into one big ball, rolling your way.

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Announcing that I have finished a book with the working title of “The Fairy Fort.” I am currently pitching it to publishers. Keep checking back to watch the progress of my newest novel.

Here is a quick glimpse of the story.

Sarah Doherty is an 18-year-old living in rural Ireland at the tail end of the Great War. Plagued by severe epilepsy, she is protected by her parents and lives a sheltered, secluded, lonely life. The Fae, local Irish fairies, interfere with her life. She falls forward a century in time through the local fairy fort of standing stones. She had a seizure in 1918 and woke up in 2020. The 21st century world includes life-saving prescriptions, physical comforts and the independence and freedom she seeks. The locals are welcoming and Andy Mclaughlin, a handsome young historian, is intriguing. She doesn’t want to return home.

Then a letter arrives from Boston divulging the story of Sarah and Andy’s lives that are deeply entwined in the previous century. They are not yet in love but as they seek to verify the letter through online resources, they feel a growing obligation to their unborn family and to each other. What would happen to their posterity living in Boston if they don’t return to 1918? Even if they do make it back, her parents can never know what happened to her or that would change everything.

This Young Adult time-travel romance explores the question: Do we have the freedom to make choices or is free will an elaborate illusion?

This is my third book. I love reading time travel romances. I am an advocate for epilepsy awareness because my 43-year-old son has intractable epilepsy. As a genealogist specializing in Irish research, I live part of the year in the village where the story is based. I wrote the book to help young adults understand that difficult situations can change your life. Sometimes miraculously.