There are so many things in life that have an impact on our perspective. Our experiences change us and although we may not always be ready for change, change still occurs. You know the feeling too well, you feel tired of everything, overwhelmed and helpless. You may be going through such trying times in your life, career or relationships. You feel blinded, as though you are falling into a deep, dark slippery and bottomless pit with no grip or support. And you thought you were walking on solid ground. But now the ground is giving way and you are slipping and tumbling and frantically trying to catch your breath! You have had enough of this roller coaster. Now you want to get back on your feet and STAND strong. You are ready to begin picking up the pieces of your life and moving forward.
As difficult as it may be, create a new vision for the future or life you want. Create a mental picture of a brighter, victorious and successful future for yourself. See yourself overcoming the situation that you are facing, and you surely will. So see yourself surviving, and you surely will. See yourself winning the game, and you surely will!
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Get support from a family member, counselor or a friend who can help you structure your life. Join a support group, or a church group or any club or association with activities that interest you. People who are committed to your overall well being and progress will boost not only your morale but also restore your confidence and strength for survival.
Try to remember, this may be a difficult thing to do, but the truth is that, whether we want to acknowledge it or not, there is always someone or something we are grateful for. Dwell on those things that make you glad that you are alive and not alone.
Several years ago, before I was diagnosed, during a particularly difficult bout of psychosis I believed I was a prophet receiving messages from God. I went days at a time without sleep, diligently documenting everything I heard, scribbling frantically and filling up journal after journal with divine whispers. They were strange, grandiose, and commanding messages. I felt what I was experiencing was such truth that I spent all of my energy focused on my mission.
How do you pick up the pieces and reassemble your life after a manic episode? How do you cope with the damage incurred from the impulsivity and irrational thinking that are often byproducts of the disease?
At some point we have to release the burdens. We have to let it all go and move on. And we have to extend ourselves some grace. After all, those choices and decisions were not made out of rational thinking, but out of sickness.
When news of the Hamas attack started spreading on the morning of Oct. 7, we experienced many hours and even days of uncertainty, but we knew something out of the ordinary was happening. We just did not understand how horrific the scale of it was.
The next news was about Vivian Silver, a peace activist and a friend of my mother: she had been kidnapped. Right after that we got word that Hayim Katsman, another peace activist, had been killed as well; he was protecting his neighbor, saving her life as he was murdered guarding the door.
The nightmare kept on going. My friend Moria, a comedy writer, was searching for her cousin who went missing at the festival; after a few hours, she received the devastating news that he, too, had been murdered. The parents of my friend Maoz Inon, an incredible entrepreneur and peace activist, had also been killed in a kibbutz.
More and more names and faces we knew. So many that we stopped counting. It was overwhelming. And on top of that, many of them are people who always stood beside us in the peace and justice community, firmly against aggression and war, actively resisting the occupation.
As I write this, a hospital in Gaza has been bombed. Maoz is grieving on the phone and telling me we must do something to stop this madness, that the deaths of his parents can not be used to justify more blood. Our grief has been turned into a senseless revenge campaign in a split second.
A cyber war of narratives plays out over our heads: who bombed the hospital? But the children are already dead, watching us go on stupid Twitter to find out how they died. Miserable. Your war machines killed them, you useless militants, whoever you are.
Ministers from our fascist government who try to visit the Israeli survivors are being yelled at and chased away. People are blaming them for what happened. But it is like we do not have a voice, because there is no challenge to how the government is responding. People are too busy with survival.
I am trying to put the pain down on paper. I am not doing it very well because every few moments I get another message about another person we knew who is gone. And the sad truth is that in the name of this pain, our government is carrying out atrocities on people who had nothing to do with it.
Both peoples are retreating inward right now, and it is extremely difficult for those of us who are trying to hold the pain of everybody grieving. Our mental, emotional, and political space is shrinking all at once. I am torn in pieces. I am sure many of you are too.
What else can you do? Check in with people you love. Read only trusted sources. Put pressure on your elected officials to push for an immediate ceasefire. Be with the people who comfort you the most. And give support to people who see you, amplify you, and make you feel safe.
I have a lot of love in my heart, and grief, compassion, and a desire for change. Each of us has a different role, locally and globally. And while my political space is shrinking, no one can shrink my imagination. So I will use it to hold onto the hope that the fire will cease immediately and we will start picking up the pieces.
Noam Shuster (@ShusterNoam on Twitter) is a freelance comedian, performer, peace builder, and activist. She grew up in Neve Shalom - Wahat Al Salam. She performs in three languages: Hebrew, Arabic and English.
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Most of us will never have to face the type of devastation caused by such an explosion. But it could be an earthquake, hurricane, tornado, flood, bush-fire that brings us to a place of picking up the pieces.
The trouble with picking up the pieces is that sometimes we like the fragments more than we like the whole! There is something more attractive about the jumble of pieces than about the whole thing put together! It would frighten the socks off us if somebody were to pick up the pieces tell us what our lives are all about. That would be scary!
Several weeks ago I walked into my office and got a terrible shock. There in front of me was my table, completely cleared off, clean as a whistle. That was not the way I had left it! Not on your life! When I left my office the night before, that table was stacked high with stuff.
On one corner there had been a computer and a keyboard, several cables and connectors of various kinds. I was getting that ready for one of our financial officers, but was not quite finished yet. So bits and pieces.
Computer components here, Bible School miscellany there, and then just piles of this and that. Addresses and phone numbers, mostly from people wanting to sell something to the church; mail to be answered (or not, because I find that if you wait long enough, the question will go away anyhow), memos: memos on the capital projects fund, memos to the deacons, memos to the Sunday School, and a memo to me, reminding me not to write so many memos. All of this terribly important stuff! But bits and pieces, fragments.
In the most sweeping language anywhere in the Bible, Paul in the Ephesian letter speaks of the vast scope of the work of Christ. He uses one long doxology, one majestic sentence of praise, to proclaim that Jesus Christ has come to pick up the pieces. The Ephesian letter begins with a claim of breathtaking proportions.
God "set forth in Christ .. a plan for the fullness of time, to gather up all things in him, things in heaven and things on earth." In Christ there is a plan for everything, and, at the right time, in His own way, He will gather up all things. What does this mean?
First in a series from Ephesians; and for the Day of Prayer for World Peace. Our lives and our world seem fragmented. But God brings order to our lives by choosing us; He redeems the messes we make; and He calls us to the work of restoration.
Then one day we wake up and our commitment has been released to a far greater LOVE in a place of no more pain or suffering. We grieve and then the process of finding our way back into the world begins anew.
How do we pick up the pieces and start to live again? I guess there is no so-called normal pattern that each of us has to follow. It seems to come down to taking one step at a time...some walk slower than others and some speed their way back out into the world! Often we take one step forward and two backwards ... it is not an easy process but there is a life after caregiving! We just have to look forward and find opportunities that are once again there for us.
Renew old friendships, find a job that you feel good doing, do volunteer work (we already know you are a caring concerned person!), find a new or renew an old hobby.... but begin to take a few small steps towards living again! One of the best therapies is finding a friend you can talk to...one who will listen and support you as you ease back into the world! Soon you will find that life does still exist and you are a part of it! Butterflies are still flying and the birds are still singing. The light of another day is showing through the clouds, and all that you gave up was well worth it in the end.
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