Support Groups Blog

A lot of us exist for the very highs of life and live in fear of the very lows,  that we sort of skip over living in the middle.  The ordinary workday, the repetition of making meals, cleaning up, and our nightly bedtime routine.  We gloss over the things we do all the time and forget that often they contain a lot of joy.  Every morning there is the ritual of coffee making.

When Instagram and Facebook went down the other day, did you even know or were you constantly refreshing your screen to see when on earth they were going to be back up?  We didn’t realize anything was happening until our SG IG post reminding people to schedule their Mammogram, because they are important and because it is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, failed to load for hours.  It was a nice social media break to be honest, so much time was freed up to work, read, be present, and focus on tasks at hand.  

Why some people love to be early, like at least a half an hour to fifteen minutes early, is something that our brains cannot handle.  Being on time means, in our minds, being there at the prescribed time, give or take fifteen minutes.  Why? Probably because so much of our life is spent waiting.  Waiting for things to happen, pickups, appointments, meals, therapy, opening times...we arrive and then we park ourselves in our idling cars or in a waiting room and we wait.  

We know we aren’t alone in feeling like the last 18 plus months have been unusually stressful.  Life pre-pandemic had its fair share of stress, but this is a level of stress unlike anything we have ever had to deal with.  In fact, it has been brought to this writer’s attention that we might be grinding our teeth more than usual, which has led to an upcoming dentist appointment.  When making the appointment we were assured we were far from the only patient making an appointment for this issue.  In fact, there have been several long term patients that have been having grin

Some of us grew up with parents, either biological, adopted or foster.  While others were raised by grandparents or other family members.  Regardless of who raised you, there was probably a level of expectation, spoken or just intrinsically known, that you would show respect, support, and remain in this family, till death do us part, forever and ever amen.  Leaving was something soulless individuals did in books, not real life, taboo is not a strong enough word, it felt forbidden.