The first time I was exposed to the idea of therapy was through television. Movie stars referred to their psychiatrists as shrinks. It was a cross between glamour and insanity. And certainly not something the NORMAL person would have ever admitted to having.
But not anymore. I don’t think it’s become something we brag about, but it’s certainly not anything to be ashamed of seeking. Some, including myself, aspire to be able to afford weekly, routine visits at some point in our lives, because we are completely aware we have – issues. Or in my case, a couple of loose screws and a lot of blonde moments. But I’m beginning to think that won’t be necessary.
That is, as long as we have Facebook.
Not only can we put our own junk out there to be scrutinized, but scan a few friend’s updates and you’ll discover you’re not as crazy as you think – there’s actually a LOT of people nuttier than you are.
Seriously! Myself included.
I have certainly given my friends reason to believe that sometimes I’m more than a few Fruit Loops shy of a full bowl. But they are amazing. They love me anyway. When I’m sad – they cry with me, when I’m frustrated – they sympathize, when I doubt myself – they encourage me, and when I feel sorry for myself – they tell me to “stop the pity party, no one’s coming, and get over it!”
ALL of which I have needed to hear. Some of the things I’ve shared on my Facebook status include:
- My break-up with Coke
- Asking about the difference between heart pain and anxiety
- Sharing my dream to still become a college cheerleader
- Confessing my feelings about Double-Stuffed Oreos
- Admitting that I forgot how old I was going to be on my birthday
- Venting about airline incompetence
- Complaining about the weather
- Tempting people with details about what I was serving for dinner
- Trying to figure out the reason people eat black-eyed peas
- Needing opinions regarding my hair color options
- Crying the ugly-status-cry every time I had to say goodbye to my kids
There were a few times I should have posted a disclaimer or warning before I exposed my low points for the entire world to see:
“The current unstable views expressed by this person are not the views of our network. She is sleep deprived and experiencing extreme chocolate withdrawal. Viewer discretion is advised.”
“Body by God, Brain by Mattel.”
I became a bit too transparent by sharing a couple of low points, for example, “if I go to heaven tonight, don’t tell the kids until finals are over,” and my all time low update, “I quit.”
But thanks to my Facebook friends and family I received immediate, much needed, quit-feeling-sorry-for-yourself THERAPY. And for that, I am forever thankful to all who contributed and eternally embarrassed by my own meltdowns.
Encouraging words, accomplishments, prayers, confessions, clever thoughts, scripture, and HILARIOUS things your kids say – has to be the BEST KIND OF THERAPY. EVER. PERIOD.
The encouraging updates:
Larry and I will be married 50 years this June. What a great life we have had.
Is glad my God is a good Repairman… He knows just which tool it takes to strengthen a doubting heart… I am praying for someone to fully understand what that means tonight.
The exciting updates:
It is getting so close for my hubby to leave Iraq, but the days are creeping by!
Won 2nd out of 16 teams in the tournament! I’m so proud of my team!!!
The prayer requests:
Wow, day 5 of sickness with Addy. Started a fever last night and couldn’t breathe this morning. Dr. believes it’s croup…(say a prayer for her today, please)
Great. Just heard on the news tonight that Hawaii is under a tsunami advisory. If you don’t hear from me again… you will know why.
I like to be the first one to play Bejeweled, right after they clear the scores….I get to be in first place for a few minutes.
I hope I never have to wear ADULT DIAPERS.
Now, I fully understand why I should not have eaten the biscuits and gravy and stuffed French toast last Sunday. Ever since Sunday, I have been on a carb binge…what the heck is wrong with me? Tonight…4 Pepperidge Farm Soft Baked Chocolate Chip Cookies, 2 tall glasses of milk! SHHH, Phoebe doesn’t know!
The updates that make interesting dinner table conversation:
Barnes and Noble called today to say that my husband’s recording, “Kingdom Come,” had been tagged for explicit words because they mixed up JayZee’s recording by the same title. It is straightened out now…they should run my husband’s on their front page ad for a week as a way to apologize…
The profound thoughts:
I am God’s princess even when the sparkles fall off of my crown and reveal the Burger King label.
Dera saw the vacuum in the closet and started crying. I do the same thing!
The daily frustrations:
How can a child manage to get detention while SERVING detention? I am praying for patience, lots and lots of patience!!
Is it your job to ruin my day? Seriously…
And of course, my personal favorites, the funny things your kids say:
Lily and I were discussing chocolate popsapickles (popsicles) Me “Lily, you’re MY little popsapickle.” Lily, “Nuh-huh, I don’t have a thingy in my bottom.” So true….
So we had to take Jake(2) to the urologist. He had an x-ray & ultrasound taken. Basically found out he was… well a little “backed up”. Over the weekend the Dr suggested we give him chocolate ex-lax. Last night Jake came in to our room and asked for “Poo Poo Chocolate” WE DIED LAUGHING.
I close by saying thank you Mark Zuckerberg. Although I have age spots older than you are, what you did for me and 400 million other people has allowed us to see that we’re not the only ones a few clowns short of a circus.