Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Days
Last week wasn’t my best week. I was recovering from a virus that caused major congestion, fatigue, and falls into doorways resulting in stitches. Then, right when I started feeing better, I found out someone used my debit card info to spend hundreds of dollars at a casino. That same day, my husband’s computer crashed – 12 hours from the time he was supposed to defend his dissertation.
Some people throw themselves a good pity party when they’re having rotten weeks (like Alexander in the fabulous children’s book). But I tend to try and pretend it’s not that bad by comparing my problems to others who are dealing with worse. Like people battling horrible illnesses. Or people whose kids are battling horrible illnesses. Or friends whose spouses have left them. Or who are losing their homes because of financial troubles. Or folks dealing with chronic pain. Sure, my week was bad, but it all cleared up. My stitches are out, my cough is gone, my bank is working on recovering the stolen money, the IT guys at the seminary were able to recover Dave’s files. We ended this week just fine. Not like others whose troubles linger for months or years.
But, you know what? I didn’t deal with those troubles the way I should have. Why? Because I didn’t feel like it was right for me to complain about them. So I just acted like everything was fine. But it wasn’t! I HATE being sick, and I am vain enough to be bothered by the scar above my eyebrow. And a CASINO, really??!! Someone used MY name to gamble MY money? NOT okay!! And poor Dave – he spent MONTHS on that dissertation and, for a while, we thought all his research was gone. It was scary. Sure, it all ended up fine, but we didn’t know that while it was all going on.
I tried to pretend everything was fine and, in doing so, for a while, refused the help of concerned friends. And, worse, I neglected to cast my cares on the One who cares for me. I went all “Lone Ranger” because I didn’t feel my problems were worth burdening my friends or my God.
It was stupid, really. And incredibly prideful. I am not made to be a “Lone Ranger”. As Donne so eloquently stated, “No Man is an Island.” I wouldn’t want MY friends to have a bad week all by themselves. I would counsel teens to seek help from God when they are struggling. So I need to do what I would want others to do. I need to be honest when I’m having rough weeks – even though I, and those around me, know others are having worse weeks than me. But I don’t need to pretend it’s all good when it’s not.
And neither do you.
Learn from my foolish mistakes. If you’re having a bad day or week, tell a friend, pour your heart out to God. Lean on those around you. As I discovered, many people are there, waiting to help. All you have to do is ask!