Will her cancer go away—for good? Will their little girl ever survive the trauma she has unjustly endured? Will I ever regain a sense of normality now that my spouse has died, leaving me lost and wandering like a nomad in the desert?
Will I always be depressed? Why isn't the Lexapro helping to diminish my crippling anxiety?
You get the idea. And it doesn't help when certain tribes around you appear—or attempt to give the vibe—that they have it together. Figured out. If confronted, they would say they don't, but you get a strong feeling that they are confident that they do—which is not helpful to your questioning soul. They give the subtle impression that their life is like a waffle—nice and neat compartments—and nothing like the tangled-up spaghetti your life feels like.
Neat children. Perfectly packed and understood theology. Confident. Like a Ken and Barbie—still in the original box. All you have to do is read their perfectly crafted posts on social media. They figured out life…or at least they need you to think they do.
This is important. Don’t judge them, but don't buy what they are, probably unconsciously, peddling either. Keep your eyes on yourself. They struggle with open-endedness, too, but they may give the vibe that they don’t—so their life can FEEL good to them. Crisp. All the loose knots tied up; no unfastened ends. And, by golly, they needed to let everyone know. Stop comparing your life to theirs. It is a lose-lose for you, my friend.
