I want
you who may become unravelled
by your children’s addictions,
to look at me,
and say
“She survived, and so will I.”
I want you to know
there is life after that day
— that frozen moment —
when you become a drooling ball of pain,
falling to the floor,
whimpering half-finished prayers
to a deity you’re not sure you believe in.
I want you to know,
as your limbs become numb,
as your heart screams,
even as you beg
for relief from
the
searing
agony
— I want you to know —
though it may claw you over and over,
sweep you into a tornado of terror
— I want you to know, and to remember —
you can rise from it every time,
and you can smile,
even laugh again.
I want you to know
that your life is precious,
and I pray that you’ll gain solace
from this knowledge;
you are not alone.
©Jane Paterson Basil
Very well said!!
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Thank you. I want the message to reach those who are suffering. I wish I could do more.
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Sometimes you have to bear the cross to repent (is that the right word or atone) for the deeds of your loved ones.
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Atone – I think it’s a decision every parent has to make for him/herself – as for me, yes, I choose atonement, or perhaps damage limitation.
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Be brave. this too shall pass.
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I mustn’t forget how to laugh.
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Most definitely! That’s the only thing that will keep you sane.
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It’s saved me in the past.
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A beautiful life affirming poem, Jane.
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Thank you Calen – it helped me to remind myself that I’m going to be OK.
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This is so heartfelt and positive, Jane 🙂 I can sense a differentness in you xx
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My weekend meltdown helped me. A few weeks ago I scrapped Pregabelin – the medication I was taking – it wasn’t helping. After my meltdown I was offered valium, but I refused it. I accepted four sleeping tablets to get me though the weekend. Ater four nights I still have two left, even though I can’t sleep without them. I got weepy and shaky whenever I left Sarah’s house, so yesterday my doc put me on a low dose of beta blockers even though my BP is slightly low. They’re used for anxiety these days! They worked instantly. I’m to take them when needed – 40mg up to 3 times a day. I feel much better. My neighbours have been supportive, and that’s helped. It turns out that Yasmin’s fed me lies about them since I moved in. I’m so gullible sometimes.
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She sounds so toxic!! Good that you’re on something that is working for you finally. Valium is so addictive and your system gets used to it so you need increasingly stronger doses. Mum was on it for decades as they thought she had had a hysterical conversion reaction when she had in fact had a massive stroke. It was to be many years later before she had an accurate diagnosis. She went off them cold turkey, God knows how she managed to do that !
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That’s a shocking story, but she must have been a strong woman!
I won’t touch valium, it’s effects are unpredictable, I’ve seen to much of the effects of it sold on the street, and, as you say, it’s addictive – although the doc was only talking about a short course to take me through the crisis – which Sarah carried me through admirably. I came home tonight, and I’m fine now.
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Mum was an interesting mix. Her first and biggest stroke was at age 40. Successive mini ones that led to multi-infarct dementia. But she lived to her mid 80’s at home till the final episode when she lost consciousness and never recovered. She was gentle, very caring and loving – and ruthless vicious at times, usually when she was physically unwell. Urinary tract infections, which plagued her, would land her in hospital. And that is also when her mental state deteriorated markedly.
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you inherited her caring gene – I’m glad you escaped her ill-health…
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I seem to have – she was unwell right from childhood.
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But she managed to raise a family – and raise them well.
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She did – she had a big heart.
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As do you…
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🙂
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I want you to know, and to remember
you can rise from it every time,
and you can smile,
even laugh again…
absolutely a beautiful write Jane. loved this one…
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Thank you so much. I needed to get this one right.
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An Oh so sad and yet positive
piece of writing Jane.
Bravo.
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Thank you Alan
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You are a wonderful wordsmith. I look forward to learning and reading more.
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Thank you Bernadette!
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