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H.O.P.E. 8/7/2014 5:26:18 AM
As usual, on blog days I often feel like my mind is blank. It's not that I don't have things to say, but rather that I get tired of my own story and assume everyone else must be tired of it as well. Last night, my friend said, "Write about hope."
Not an easy assignment when that is often the last thing I feel. So maybe I can be a smart ass about it and come up with some sort of clever acronym for something else?
H. The first thing that comes to mind? Hell. Oh, that's not good. After wracking my brain, I think a hopeful person would have come up with happiness. I guess I can say with integrity that I hope to be happy someday. Rather than rare, fleeting moments of laughter, I do hope that someday, "happy" will be something I can feel a majority of the time. Dare I say that right now, though, hell is more descriptive?
O. Optimism is the word that jumps to mind. I used to be called the Eternal Optimist. No matter what happened, I would get back on the horse again. I would never quit trying. Now, it's more like I just have the urge to kick the horse and curse at it. Not so nice or admirable.
P. Pissed off. Now that one I can identify with. I still hold tight to the concept that I might be going through menopause. I have no hot flashes and no blood tests to support my theory whatsoever. But when I sit around with a bunch of women, they all say things like, "Yep, that sounds like menopause." How else do you explain why "The One Who Never Gives Up" has become "Stop Pissing Me Off Before I Go Postal?"
E. Excited. Energy. Elated. Encouraged. Again, all words that I can no longer relate to. If there is a word that is the antithesis of every one of those words, that would be me. EXHAUSTION... yes, that is the E word for me.
If my friend reads this, he will probably want to clock me for taking his idea and dripping it in sarcasm.
But then, what is hope?
I guess when I think about it, I have to distinguish between hope and faith. They are closely linked, I know. And I am quite sure they affect each other. And I am quite sure it would be a good idea to possess a healthy amount of both.
Faith I see as more of the belief that these things will actually come to me. I just need to be patient and endure, and know that it is only a matter of time. That is where I am lacking. I am not confident in any way that I will regain happiness, optimism, and the energy I used to exude. I just don't see it happening.
But hope? I have to admit, in spite of my own pessimism, I hope to God for all of those things. I hope every day that something will change. That I will regain my confidence and strength. Even though it is hard to get up every day, I still do it. Sometimes I spend a lot of time in my bed, but eventually I am up and functioning. I must have hope, right? In spite of depression, in spite of anxiety, in spite of exhaustion, I get up every day and keep trying. God help me if I ever truly give up hope.
And by the way, thanks for continuing to read... even when I'm dripping in menopausal, faithless moods. YOU are faithful!
