The Crash
I need to start this "blogging series" with an apology.
I've been totally irresponsible. For about two months, I didn’t answer emails. I didn’t respond to invitations. I didn’t meet for coffee, or return messages. I ignored everyone. I just stopped connecting. I crashed.
It began back n November. My stomach started acting strangely and it became harder and harder to sit through a conversation. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t concentrate. Even just walking, standing—became difficult. It wasn’t a sharp, urgent pain, but a deep, relentless discomfort that clung to me. It robbed me of my joy - my life and left me tired.
The exhaustion grew heavier until finally, I crashed.
It happened at the worst possible time. I had plans for a full weekend packed with things I was genuinely excited about: a leadership meeting with church, a staff celebration in Oakville, a Sunday morning speaking engagement, and a special gathering with friends.
In the middle of all this, my body gave out and I knew I either had to go to emergency—or call my daughter
With what little strength I had left, I packed a suitcase, tidied the apartment, and called my daughter. She came all the way from Winkler and brought me back to her home.
There, in her comfortable downstairs guestroom, I crawled into bed and slept.
I was done.
For two whole months—February and March—I ignored almost everything but the overwhelming need to sleep. Even though I felt irresponsible, I couldn't help my self, I was completely incapacitated.
How did I get to the point where all I wanted was to sleep?
There might have been a reason....which I want to explore. I also want to explore this new stage of my life - whatever that means.
“You can be shattered, and then you can put yourself back together piece by piece. But what can happen over time is this: You wake up one day and realize that you have put yourself back together completely differently.” Glennon Doyle Melton
I've been totally irresponsible. For about two months, I didn’t answer emails. I didn’t respond to invitations. I didn’t meet for coffee, or return messages. I ignored everyone. I just stopped connecting. I crashed.
It began back n November. My stomach started acting strangely and it became harder and harder to sit through a conversation. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t concentrate. Even just walking, standing—became difficult. It wasn’t a sharp, urgent pain, but a deep, relentless discomfort that clung to me. It robbed me of my joy - my life and left me tired.
The exhaustion grew heavier until finally, I crashed.
It happened at the worst possible time. I had plans for a full weekend packed with things I was genuinely excited about: a leadership meeting with church, a staff celebration in Oakville, a Sunday morning speaking engagement, and a special gathering with friends.
In the middle of all this, my body gave out and I knew I either had to go to emergency—or call my daughter
With what little strength I had left, I packed a suitcase, tidied the apartment, and called my daughter. She came all the way from Winkler and brought me back to her home.
There, in her comfortable downstairs guestroom, I crawled into bed and slept.
I was done.
For two whole months—February and March—I ignored almost everything but the overwhelming need to sleep. Even though I felt irresponsible, I couldn't help my self, I was completely incapacitated.
How did I get to the point where all I wanted was to sleep?
There might have been a reason....which I want to explore. I also want to explore this new stage of my life - whatever that means.
“You can be shattered, and then you can put yourself back together piece by piece. But what can happen over time is this: You wake up one day and realize that you have put yourself back together completely differently.” Glennon Doyle Melton
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