“Shine on you crazy diamond., Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,, Rode on the steel breeze., Come on you raver, you seer of visions,, Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!” David Jon Gilmour / Richard Wright / Roger Waters
Your life is a living testimony, what will you say? Imagine if you will that you are the main character in a book, what kind of book is it?
Trials, troubles, and tribulations they sometimes seem to abound. I can’t say that my life is void of blessings but it seems for every good thing that happens three bad do. But let me be fair, there is so much we as human beings take for granted, there is so much glory just to be alive, to breathe the air, to have a meal, to drink a cool glass of water.
There is nothing wrong with complaining. I hate the expression “I can’t complain.” Yes, you should complain and share your woes with others who feel the same way. Not for some pity party but to find the strength in the common struggle. Of course, it won’t end there, once you articulate your grievances the next stage is to organize. As a group, you will have empowered yourself to take on the whole world, or at least give it a good try.
I am doing my best to encourage a woman who is going through a real hellish time. Among the blues she sings, she has three tumors in her brain. When my tooth broke today I just couldn’t feel sorry for myself. I may have holes in my shoes but this woman is walking barefoot. I am not diminishing my problems just putting them in proper perspective.
Part of my encouragement to my friend is that she has a great testimony. Part of her words would condemn the false idea that money will secure happiness. This woman was quite wealthy at one point and as her woes went up, and her money went down, the majority of her friends deserted her. Money, of course, is what a vast number of people in our society hold as ‘god’. This person’s personal testimony would tear that notion into threads.
Of course, my personal testimony gives this woman strength. “When I first got out of the hospital with mental illness I thought my life was over. I spent all day lying in bed just trying to think of how I could kill myself.” This woman found that we had a common connection in that little snippet. I have seen tragedy turn to good in other ways. Our friend from church Annie had breast cancer. She recovered and went on to minister to another woman who had the same ailment. In turn, that woman assists others suffering as well.
Nobody likes bad things to happen to them. But if you think of your life as a book it helps things. After all who wants to read a boring book where everything goes fine. In fact, the more obstacles that happen and the more awesome they are the better the story is. The whole key to the matter is having hope. That is to hold on and keep on going no matter what reality is screaming in your face.
I know sometimes, especially for those who suffer from mental illness, this is a tall order. Like I said there was a time where I literally couldn’t get out of bed. If I ate and showered I was having a great day. But you can do it. Every time you go down in the depths of despair there is something you can learn. If you don’t learn your lessons, woe to you. Drinking and drugging was something that I learned was empty and barren after two years of indulging. But some people can never shake those habits.
Live your life like you are the star of a great novel and that in the end, everything will work out.
Here is the story of my life in my memoirs “More Than The Madness.” It tells of my successful struggle with mental illness. It would be an excellent gift to encourage somebody suffering from the illness. https://amzn.to/2Ox8wF6