Tough love, sometimes it’s the only thing that will snap you out of a bad place; sometimes even though we hate to hear or admit it to ourselves, it the only thing that will save us.
My mom is a warrior, a true fighter in every sense of the word. Not only has she dealt with my dad’s struggle with alcohol and mental illness for close to 20 years, but she has also dealt with watching her only daughter fight some of those same inner demons. From a young age I have battled depression and fits of anger or rage, to the point that I wanted to die. How hard it must be to hear your child yell about life not being fair, and not wanting to be a part of it. But I regrettably put my mom through that hell. Yet my mom, in a situation where others may have sent their six year olds to child psychologist, gave me tough love.
My mom would not allow me to go into a “woe is me” moment, instead my mom taught me to laugh. And laughing may not sound like tough love, but when she walked me to her second story bedroom window and told me to jump, I had to laugh. She taught me not to take the bumps in the road so seriously. Rather embrace them as another reason to smile. Because as one part of your life seems like it’s falling apart, you’ll surely appreciate the pieces of your life that aren’t. Those pieces that maybe you never appreciated in the first place. And the first step is laughter.
Mom, thanks for teaching me to laugh