It’s getting old, this broken leg and hopping about with
a walker. I go from bed to recliner and short forays elsewhere in the house.
The only place I’ve gone since the first week of May has been one trip for
x-rays. I’m stir crazy, depressed, and bored. I can only read and write
so much. TV is mind-numbing; so are games. Even hospital stays were more
stimulating.
My next outing will be the end of July for more x-rays
to see if my leg is healed enough to allow walking. It’s a little over four
weeks away but seems an eternity. I’ve been through dark times before, but at
least I could get out of the house. Ennui has me in its grip. I miss working,
the people I worked with and helping the public. I worked there for over
sixteen years, and even though retiring is for the best, I haven’t fully
processed what is a major life event.
That change no doubt contributes to my depression.
There is an end in sight for my walker days, but retiring is a whole other
thing. I tell myself I can always work part-time and I think of the volunteer
opportunities to help people. I will look for those, but the library was a
multifaceted job. My job duties were so varied. I never knew what the next
question would be. And it provided professional as well as personal growth
opportunities.
I’m grateful for having had that job and that
employer. My mental health issues were accommodated for me to keep working. Over
the years, I worked for six different managers and only one was not
understanding or supportive. Those were dark days, but with God’s grace I
kept my job.
As I have been writing this I have begun to feel a
little lighter. Putting my thoughts down always helps. I’m sorry for those who are
told to suck it up when they struggle. God doesn’t say that in the bible. The
overarching message is grace extended to us in whatever state we are in. In
human flesh, God came to know homelessness, hunger, fatigue, and suffering. Jesus
walked in our shoes and understands. So I turn to him in my weakness knowing he
doesn’t say pull up your big girl panties and I am grateful.
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