This weekend was really rough.
Not as rough as it will be for the families that struck sudden disaster. This particular area of upstate New York, has hardly been a target of such turmoil until the past few years. We've survived two devastating floods in less than five years, a horrific meaningless shooting at our civic center and numerous deaths that could have been prevented.
We weren't short of any traumas this weekend. Accidents happen, they can strike at any time. I just can't help but feel compelled even more to tell the ones I love, that I love them. That I am just content with the life I've had up until now and they've all had a great amount of impact on it.
The facility that I work at has a couple psych units. Most people unfortunately refer to them as the "crazy" floor, but really--are they that crazy? Couldn't it be that someone just had a nervous breakdown, unable to cope with personal disasters or have new onsets of dementia or Alzheimer's? This my friends, could be any one of us. It makes me feel bad for these patients. I look at each of them and think to myself, it could happen at any time.
Even if your body portrays that you are in good health, mentally you could be on overload. It's been abundantly clear to me, that I need to focus on both aspects of my life. Rarely do I ever make decisions that I regret or keep everything entirely bottled in. I just thank God that I was lucky enough to have been given an amazing family and friends.
I don't ever want to get old and wake up one day and find myself saying:
I should have done, said, lived while I was still lucid and able to.
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