Dear Universe,
Could you back off a little bit? It seems like life keeps pushing me into this place where I’m forced to fight to get out of it. This really isn’t about me… I don’t mean to act like a victim. I’m not. I’m exhausted though. I don’t know how much more we can handle. I’ve seen people go through worse. I understand that it could be much harder than this. I’m not sure how my parents handle each new crisis with such ease. My sister has had close to thirty seizures in the last month. Don’t you think her body deserves a break? Every thump or moment of silence and our hearts start pounding and we brace ourselves for whatever injury she may endured this time. Each unknown phone call makes me freak. ”I know” I say to the self-righteous doctors… she’s done some damage to her body, she used to do bad things… we get it. Does that mean she has to suffer? Is that your point? Isn’t addiction in itself our own personal hell. Am I better person because mine was food and hers were pills? She used to make a lot of mistakes and she burned a lot of bridges, but we got over it… so maybe the medical professional with no personal investment or emotional ties could watch their bedside manners and display an individual that knows their own humility and could do their job without ”told you so” attitude. She’s given her all this last year to overcome her obstacles and start fresh. She’s busted her ass to get there and now she’s sick. Let her be a mom. Don’t make my family go through another custody battle, isn’t it obvious where my niece belongs? We are her home. Let my sister be healthy. Let my family get some rest. We’re at our limit. The last thing we need are condescending questions and forced concerned.
