The Good, Smart, Strong Ones

Like so many others, I was deeply disheartened to hear the news that Naomi Judd, the famous country music singer and other half of The Judds, had taken her own life over the weekend. Naomi took her own life days before The Judds were inducted into the Country Music Hall of Fame. Naomi Judd suffered crippling depression and she brought a lot of attention to mental issues and depression and anxiety, by using her fame as a voice to these issues, in the way of writing books and doing interviews on the subject for many years.

Naomi Judd was the mother of Wynonna Judd, her partner in The Judds singing duo, and of Ashley Judd, a movie star, activist (one of the forerunners to bringing Harvey Weinstein to justice), and a person devoted to humanitarian work. Ashley Judd also has a degree from Harvard University.

All three Judd women suffered awful abuse from their childhoods on, but I remember being really interested about the Judds and their lives, when Ashley Judd wrote her memoir All That Is Bitter and Sweet, about a decade ago. With this book, she brought a rarely heard voice of empathy, of kindness, of being understood, of validation, to “strong women”, those women who are “too good”, “too smart”, “too together” to show their pain, their weaknesses, their flaws, or their needs to the world. See this excerpt:

“I needed help,” the 38-year-old actress tells the magazine in its August issue. “I was in so much pain.”

Judd, the daughter of country music star Naomi Judd, says she entered the Shades of Hope Treatment Center in Buffalo Gap in February for “codependence in my relationships; depression, blaming, raging, numbing, denying and minimizing my feelings.”

“But because my addictions were behavioral, not chemical, I wouldn’t have known to seek treatment. At Shades of Hope, my behaviors were treated like addictions. And those behaviors were killing me spiritually, the same as someone who is sitting on a corner with a bottle in a brown paper bag.”

Judd says she was visiting her sister, singer Wynonna Judd, who was being treated for food addictions.

“When (the counselors) approached me about treatment, they said, `No one ever does an intervention on people like you. You look too good; you’re too smart and together. But you (and Wynonna) come from the same family – so you come from the same wound.‘ No one had ever validated my pain before. It was so profound,” she says.

(from an interview Ashley Judd gave to Glamour magazine in 2011)

I don’t mean to alienate my male readers. I see you, too. I see the “good guys” out there who take it all on the chin and keep on going like Energizer bunnies. To all of my strong, good, smart, “have it all together” female and male readers out there, I see you. I understand you. I empathize with you. It’s admirable how you handle your pain, your life, and your hurts. It’s not easy. You may not emote about them, nor act out on them, as much as some others do. But you have them. Your human, living a human life, in vivid, erratic times. Your hurts, your pains, your needs, are every bit as valid and important, as anyone else’s in this world. You don’t have to be steel all of the time. You can cry. You can let it all out. You can let others know that you need to be held, and to be carried sometimes, too. You are lovable as the whole package of you. You aren’t loved just because you are fierce, and capable, and reliable and giving. You may be admired for those traits, but you are wholly loved for all of you – the whole package. Let yourself be vulnerable. Let yourself be authentic. When you do this, you won’t fall apart. In fact, you will never feel stronger in your life, than when you allow yourself to welcome, and to get to know the whole of you (even the parts that you deem to be “negative” or “bad” or “weak” or “flawed”), as you fall into the loving arms of the Universe. You will be caught by the strength of pure Love, that has never, ever let you go in the first place. You are never alone. I hope that today, if you needed to read this, oh strong, amazing, dependable one, that you hear it as if it were a message from God above, and it reverberates all of the way down to the depths of your soul, and it stays there for eternity. Every part of you is loved. You are whole and you are loved. You are amazing, all the way around.

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

The Passing of Storms

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Honestly, these past few weeks, I have been feeling really good. But one of my good friends from college is having one of those weeks in which everything that could go wrong, is going wrong. It’s at the point where I can tell that she’s almost embarrassed to tell us, her friends, what else has gone wrong, because it’s almost become unbelievable, to have that many things go wrong in a short span of just a few days. I texted her a mantra which I’ve used to get myself through my rough spots, my entire adult life, “Just hang on. One Day at a Time. The clouds always pass.”

As my regular readers know, last fall, I may have experienced the worst time of my life, to date. Our youngest son’s epileptic seizures were not being controlled by medication, and he was having major seizures, at least once a week (after experiencing many seizure free years). Our son had to come home from his university, and stay with us. Ask a 21-year-old man what it feels like to be “babysat” by his parents. Ask a 51-year-old woman what it feels like to fear for her child’s life on a daily basis. Both answers would be nothing short of “pure hell.”

However, as scared as the superstitious part of me is to write this, our clouds have passed on, from that dark period of this past fall. Our son’s new cocktail of medication has kept him seizure free for a couple of months now. He is back at his university. And I am starting to let myself exhale. I am also reflecting on how different I feel right now, in this moment, than how I felt back then. I clearly understand now, that I was pretty depressed last fall. I was just surviving to get to the next day. The contrast in my optimism, my energy levels, and my overall excitement for future goals and plans, from where I was this past fall, is night and day. I have gone through some harrowing, dark periods before in my lifetime, but going through last fall, desperately worrying about the well-being of my baby, was probably the darkest that I have ever felt, in my entire life. At the very least, it is the “freshest” dark period, in my mind’s eye.

Those of you who are suffering from depression, I want you to know that I empathize with you. It is such a draining, harrowing, soul injuring, exhausting, frustrating experience. And honestly, I was never diagnosed or medicated for depression, during this past fall’s upsetting events. So if it gets even darker than how I felt (such as a clinical depression), my heart bleeds for you. Know this: You are strong. You are brave. This is not your fault. You deserve better. Do whatever you need to do, to get help to feel better. And please know that “The clouds always pass”. I’m experiencing the blue skies right now, after the storm of my lifetime has passed. I am not so naïve to believe that I won’t have more storms roll through, but I have proven to myself, once again, that I have the faith and the fortitude to get to the other side of storms. And so do you. Believe it. Hang on. One Day at a Time. The storms always, always pass. They always do. And even through all of the destruction that the storms wreak, they do leave tiny, little unexpected lessons and gifts in their wake. If nothing else, the storms leave you with the gift of the realization that you are stronger than you ever believed yourself to be, and the joy in savoring the feelings of relief, and peace, and even some happiness, as you bask in your blue sky moments, with your face tilted towards the sunshine.

A Great Wind

Fortune for the Day “With our thoughts we make the world.” – Buddha

I am getting sort of fatigued from feeling this fear, frustration and worry about the coronavirus and other troubling headlines. I think that this is a good sign. I think that I am slowly climbing out of my “lowlies” into, perhaps, anger. Of course, part of this anger is because we were supposed to have new garage doors installed today and the doors did not make it on to the truck, for reasons unbeknownst to seemingly anyone. I am sure that my surge of anger is probably related to that event, as well, but I still think that there is more to it.

I once worked for a woman, who sadly lost her brother to cancer. She sunk into a deep depression for which she basically sat on the couch and stared into nothingness, for months on end. Every day she would call me and she would casually mention that she would not be coming into the office, like this was a novel, unusual surprise. Then one day, after many, many weeks, my employer popped into the office with a swirling energy that was an exponential of her already high powered, energetic nature. She was full of ideas, and visions for the future. She was radiant. She was back to herself, and then some. We quickly got back into the groove of her business. A few weeks later after her return to work, we got to talking about her “come back” and she told me that she just got sick of feeling miserable. She got sick of herself. She got sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. Her plain disgust with her misery, propelled her off of her couch. My boss all of the sudden realized that she could not spend even one more day sitting on her couch. Now, my employer had every right in the world to feel her deep pain and she never once lamented about any wasted time on the couch. She needed to process her great sadness, in just the way she did it and in just the amount of time that it took for her. Then, my boss took all of that stored energy that had gotten recharged into her body and her being, as she sat stoically and quietly and patiently on her couch, and she put that stored energy towards sideline businesses that honored her brother’s memory and made her feel passionate about life again. She also used that time on the couch to reflect on things that weren’t working in her life and she then made those changes, even moving from a home that she had lived in, for decades.

This is an extreme example of something that I think we all do, throughout our lives, at different levels. Our energy levels spike and wane, according to how we are feeling and thinking and reacting and doing. We are not static by nature, as individuals or even as a whole humanity. I think a big part of any major victory or healthy change for anybody or any society, is that we get tired and bored of ourselves when we are in a standstill. We can only wallow so much before something has to give. I think that we are at a crescendo point here, as a whole. And I think that we are all about to rise up from our couches, and to target and funnel that still, but charged energy to a rising up of feeling good, feeling energetic, feeling passionate, feeling positive and feeling whole again, despite of all of the seemingly negative events happening all over the world.

I noticed this morning, when I took my dogs out, that the birds were singing their symphonies, the wind was gently blowing my chimes, the water was flowing steadily in the lake, and there were the usual, beautiful groups of deer quietly chewing on grass, on the way to school today. Nature was just doing its every day thing, oblivious to news and fears and politics and disappointments and sadnesses. We sometimes (strike that), we often forget that we are part of nature, too. Our minds are amazing, but sometimes it may be best to shut off the minds, sit on the couch and gaze out of the window, at nature doing its thing. That may be the best thing that we can do for ourselves, until the energy builds and aims itself towards the passions, the interests, and the miracles, that make us feel good again.

“Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while,

a great wind carries me across the sky.”

— Ojibwe saying