Sadness and Therapy

It has been a rough week, and it’s only Wednesday. A sweet friend of mine lost her mother over the weekend. My heart aches for her and my own tender scars are disturbed, bringing up fresh tears and constricted throat at the empty place in my life since losing my father five years ago.

We heard Monday there were going to be major cutbacks at work. Then they started on Tuesday. (sheesh!) Then I talked to my friend only to find that in addition to losing her mother, she is losing her job. She tells me she that at least with her finding out now she has a totally different perspective about the importance of work compared to other things. I agree, there is not much in life that will lay out with crystal clarity what was most important to you than the loss of a member of your immediate family.

This morning I decided I needed some cheap therapy, so I rode into work with the sunroof open and my windows down, radio blasting mostly classic/southern rock. It felt nice for a little while to just zone out and feel, to watch the clouds in the sky and the light streaking out with the first colors of the sunrise and the promise of what will likely be a beautiful day. Now I’m back to reality, to feeling nausea and regret at the friends who I won’t work with anymore. So when you see my eyes a little red and my hair disheveled, you’ll know why. Please pray for my sweet friend if you have the time and inclination.