Now I’ll get the info in sets of three since I follow all three sources.
I like Tom Brokaw. I like him in all of the basic ways – as a professional, as a journalist, as a man, as a human. He’s a good egg.
I’ve followed Mr. Brokaw’s journey through his diagnosis of multiple myeloma at the age of 73.
I like people with issues, especially medical issues and major life crises.
I like watching people confront struggle and triumph over life’s bad badnesses.
I like witnessing the humility of life’s constant reminders that we’re SO not in control when it all comes down to it.
I like when good, reputable, professional, accomplished, successful eggs like Tom Brokaw share their experiences of real life’s ongoing struggles. It helps me to know that I am not alone in feeling alone. And it helps to give me words to define my own struggle…and ways to understand my own struggle.
Specifically, I’ve been working lately to come up with my own “take” on my message. For the first time in my life, I’m sharing the stories behind my art, none of which are lovely, upbeat or positive. My art is dark and morbid and depressing. My art is the art of depression, which is dark, morbid and depressing, at least for me.
So basically it goes like this:
I’ve spent a lifetime living with depression. I’ve created a ton of art inspired by my dark experience. The art is dark. And now I’m sharing.
The thing is that darkness scares people. They assume you’re in the dark place at the very time when they themselves experience the darkness you’re sharing, even though the darkness you’re sharing could have been inspired by experiences from ages (or hours) ago.
So I like the idea of “Learning to Live With“….because it reinforces the reality that when you experience anything difficult, you experience it on a continuum. You experience the discovery of the difficulty as you define it and identify its scope. You experience the difficulty as you have it, hate it, fight it, embrace it, and own it. You experience the difficulty as you fix it and then move on to recovering from the fixing phase.
And then you clean up. You experience the cleaning up of the odds and ends that invariably result from any life disruption.
And then, just when you thought you’ve cleaned everything up and put everything back into its proper place, you experience the fact that your normal is no longer the normal that other people experience.
And, if you have a chronic condition, the cycle repeats.
And repeats. And repeats. And repeats.
I suspect my next essay will be about the stages of living with depression…. or whatever difficulty, struggle, condition or other life reality you’re living with. Because yes, we are all living with something. And yes, we are all somewhere in the journey or process….somewhere in the stages.
And it’s life.
It’s just life.
So go live it.
And help others live it if you’re lucky enough to be in one of the easier stages today.