family, hope, Inspiration, mental health, Uncategorized

Quarantine Lessons From A-Z in 500 Words or Less: Letter B

The Working Title Is…B is for Brian

Note:  I share this with my brother’s input and full approval.

Ever since we can remember, our parents celebrated the gift of adoption that led my brother and me into their loving arms.

Along the way, my mom shared what little detail she had about our births.  They played in my head like an ABC Afterschool Special – especially Brian’s, as his birth mother had (cue hushed voice) “some issues” that made her unable to care for him.  This was never a shock to me since Brian also had “some issues” for as long as I could remember.

As I consider lessons learned—and yet to be learned—from quarantine, Brian may be a shining example of one of the most important.

It’s imperative that “some issues” shake the whisper and come quickly into full voice.  Mental health must be discussed as openly and honestly as physical health. That is not an indictment of my parents, simply indicative of the times in which they lived.  And the times, well, they better be a-changin’.

Sandro Galea, MD, from Boston University School of Public Health, recently wrote[1] “We must recognize the pandemic that will quickly follow — of mental and behavioral illness.”  Adding, “In the context of the Covid-19 pandemic, it appears likely that there will be substantial increases in anxiety, depression, substance use, loneliness, and domestic violence.”

My parents were incredibly attentive to my brother’s needs and sought care at every turn, especially after a diagnosis of schizophrenia and manic depression in 1980. However, Brian was a victim of time and circumstance enduring many hospitalizations until almost four decades later when a physician looked at the entirety of his condition and determined Brian had been misdiagnosed his entire life.  Three years ago, another physician armed with patience and pharmacology skills, helped Brian take his first steps into life with Aspberger’s and anxiety.  In doing so, he changed Brian’s life.  And mine.

We must heed Dr. Galea’s warning and practice self-care and advocate for the mental health of those we love and those on the margins of society.  It’s time to shake the whispered tones.  No one questions why a diabetic pancreas needs insulin. Why should treating the mind be any different?

Brian is now thriving in a job he loves.  He is filled with pride over working on the frontlines with a premier grocery store and co-workers who look out for one another.

Conversely, I have been quarantine-binge watching Peaky Blinders, so when I saw Brian at work sweeping up all the gloves customers have so cavalierly tossed all over the parking lot, my blood boiled. Lost in reverie, I reached for the imaginary razor blades hidden in my hat and looked to start pouring gasoline all over the offenders’ cars.

“What are we going to do about this?”  I squealed.  Brian, looked quizzically at me and calmly replied, “Well, I’m going to do my job and pick them up.”

Yes, yes, indeed.  A much better solution.

It’s time to take the blinders off and take care of one another.  Now, more than ever.

kmp

[1] https://www.physiciansweekly.com/covid-19-be-ready-for-the-coming-mental-health-pandemic-2/

 

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faith, family, grief and loss, hope, Inspiration, Uncategorized

Quarantine Lessons from A-Z in 500 Words or Less

A is for Amen

The Working Title is…Can I Get An Amen?

Like the rest of the world, the last few months have left me feeling anxious and unsettled.  I usually put pen to paper when emotion gets the best of me, but even that has seemed impossible.  Nothing feels right anymore.

Can I get an Amen?

I know there are lessons all around.  Truths waiting to rise to the surface in a sea of confusion.  But the weight of the world keeps dragging me down.

Can I get an Amen?

While true strength comes from within, it only exists there because of what feeds it….

Family, friends and faith (see future Chapter F) are the one true constant on which a devoted heart can depend.  In the absence of extensive human contact, these months have been defined by imagery.  Can I see past the divisive, painful imagery found in social media and the accompanying comments filled with vitriol?

Even though I may feel lonely, can I acknowledge I am never truly alone?

Can I get an Amen?

My head has been spinning over the barrage of misinformation that comes from every angle.  True verifiable facts seem non-existent.  I’ve had to “leave the conversation” of three group chats because they made my heart race.  (Sorry, girls, I’ll be back one day when all we talk about is bad television and good wine.)

I don’t know where to turn for reliable insight, sage advice and pure fact. (See future Chapter I is for Information.)

I took a journalism class or two at Marquette University and had a former White House Press Secretary as my Academic Advisor.  We were taught to have TWO credible sources for every fact quoted. Hey NBC News, you know what “he had heard from colleagues” equates to?  Hearsay. Disallowed in a court of law and should be disallowed in the court of public opinion.  Maybe it’s true, but how about you (and by “you” I mean all journalists) quit being so lazy and sucked into the trap of a 24-hour news cycle where verifiable facts don’t matter anymore.

Can I get an Amen?

My heart has been heavy because my mind’s eye can picture a loved one in respiratory distress, and I intimately know how a ventilator can steal the chance at Goodbye.  (See future Chapter G.)  I count my blessings everyday that my family has not yet been touched by coronavirus.

Can I get an Amen?

Ok, ok…in the interest of journalistic integrity, I confess that none of those future Chapters are written yet.  Not a one. They’re all just bouncing around in my noggin.

And maybe that’s the most important lesson of Quarantine.  If you have something of value to say…say it. Reach out to an old friend.  Tell someone they’ve made a difference in your life.  Ask forgiveness.  Let go of anger.  Offer praise.  Say I love you.  For we may have all sorts of plans bouncing around our noggins, but only one thing is guaranteed…right now.

Can I get an Amen?

kmp

xoxo

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