As I type this sentence, I’m thinking about a Canadian woman named Jody, whose Twitter handle is @onelastkick71. Because I have not seen a “tweet” from her in 24 hours, I am wondering if she is still alive, and fearing she is not. Through my social media connection with Jody, I’ve sensed anguish in her tweets, the most recent of which read, “pray for me not to wake up tomorrow.” I hate that she’s in this pain. I hate my feelings of helplessness, and I hate that I have no idea if she’s taking a social media break, or if she is gone. At some point, Twitter got serious, and I…
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Healing My Relationship with Time
As my 50th birthday storms toward me, reflection on my historical relationship with time reveals Borderline Personality traits; I had a knack for pushing time away, and crying when I felt it abandoned me. Because I demand a certain amount of control in my relationships, and time is reluctant to be controlled, we often grappled. Time went undefeated. Conversations with other people, both personally and professionally, have taught me this relationship style with time is common. Many people seem to wish time away, then wonder where it has gone. Death denial is an adaptive defense mechanism we use to shield us from morbid preoccupation with mortality, but there comes a point when…
