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damn you and thank you

Bless the thing
that broke you down
and cracked you 
open
because the world 
needs you open.
-Rebecca Campbell

The thing about being in the pit is eventually your eyes adjust and you start to see again.

This is a hard thing to explain because compassion (and being human) makes us all empathize and sympathize with suffering. We can recognize it and acknowledge it in others. We can be sad when others are sad.

But there is a unique kind of suffering that happens when you’re in the pit. You’ve been there so long your eyes finally start to adjust to the new view, the new dark, and you have just enough strength to look around…and suddenly you see you’re not alone.

These people you’re with aren’t there to support you; they’re in their own pits next to you. You just happen to be floundering at the same time. You’re pit-friends. Your suffering is different than theirs, but it’s still suffering and pain is pain and here we are–together in our shit.

You broke open and they broke open and here we are, broken open in the same place trying to find our footing or build new legs or learn to walk with a limp.

When you’re in the pit, friends and family come and they look in the pit because they love you. They see you drowning and they try to lift you up as best they can. They ask what can I do? and what do you need? and because you’re in the pit, you don’t even know what you need. You don’t have your footing. Can you help me stand again? Is that possible?

Oh, wait, you’re up there and I’m down here.

Okay, thanks for trying.

But the pit-people (is it okay if I call you the pit-people?), they just scoot closer and say me too–I don’t know where to go from here either. Let’s just sit together.

I have met many pit-people this past year. Is it because my eyes are adjusting to pain and suffering? Is it because I am still bruised and battered, still covered in the scars of disappointment and heartbreak and loss? I lost a lot in 2017: dreams, sleep, hopes, people, money, family, innocence, security.

It’s an odd thankfulness to say I’m grateful for people who broke with me. For my friend who almost lost her son in a four-wheeler accident. To the friend who was brave enough to say out loud her parents never wanted her and then fight for healing. For the friend demanding what she deserves from a husband caught up in addictions and unhealthy relationships.

For years I’ve prayed for wisdom and here, in this pit, I’ve suddenly realized the wisdom is just being more aware of the pain, the pain we all have. The knowledge we’re more the same than different; the knowledge the pit is bigger and wider and fuller than we ever imagined. My prayer for wisdom was answered with more mercy, more grace, and more compassion. Those things are eye-openers and heavy, heavy things to carry.

The tricky part with everything crashing and burning is you can get too wrapped up in your own wreckage to see other people’s wrecks. So we pray for eyes that see while we navigate our own devastation.

Once the new-ness of the implosion wears off, you get your bearings just a little and, if you’re lucky and working on growing not just dying, you recognize others better: the sadness in their eyes,the soft way they move through their day, the barely audible sighs, the just-a-moment-too-long glances.

Pit-people have become my people.

Pit-people, the honest ones, are who I want in my circle. The friend who says, I did some ugly stuff last night and I need help telling you what I’m afraid of. The friend who says, I’m so scared of what’s happening right now and I don’t know how we’ll make it out of this.

Because we all feel those things. We all think those things. Some of us are just better at pretending.

I’m done pretending.

The pit strips away a lot of pretense. Pretending, ignoring, keeping quiet, saying yes when I mean no, and allowing damaged people to keep doing damage to people I love got lost in the fiery descent to this hole. I’m not looking to pick them back up again.

I hate the pit, but, okay, I get it too.

The pit has lessons and gifts and fresh starts.

Maybe we never really get out of the pit, exactly. Maybe we just start finding other pit-people, we start building better, safer, healthier stuff in the pit. We pick up some pieces. We leave other pieces where they fell. The pit gives us some freedom and some control again.

We’re starting again, right here in this pit. Here’s who I want in, here’s who I want out.

And then over time, the pit starts to look kinda safe and homey. The pit starts to become less painful and more joyful. The pit feels less scary and more safe. We realize the other pit-people, the ones who’ve suffered and survived, the ones who’ve crashed and rebuild, are the most beautiful. They’ve got smudges on their cheeks and bruises on their arms. They’re limping and dancing and laughing and falling a little but it’s the most glorious, wonderful dance you’ve ever seen.

And the pit. The pit did this. The broken hearts. The death. The destruction. The weeping. The disappointments. The fear. The depression.

This broken, beautiful, bruised, open place was where you were supposed to be the whole time.

Damn you, pit.

And thank you.


To my readers: If you wrote me an email last fall, thank you. Thank you for saying me too or now I understand or I feel this too much. I have read each and every email you sent many times. And I’ve tried to respond but I can’t. I don’t know why. I’m marked off time in my calendar. Added “reply to emails” on a to-do list. But I don’t know what to say or where to begin. Thank you for encouraging me. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for forgiving me if I didn’t respond. It wasn’t personal; I didn’t respond to anyone who sent me a beautiful message about marriage, addiction, praying, or help. I felt just replying thank you wasn’t enough and the acknowledgement that you deserved and needed never got sent. I don’t have an excuse other than, I still don’t know what to say to them. That’s lame, absolutely. I promise to do better.
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Comments

  1. Linda Winter says

    January 29, 2018 at

    This is what the ekklesia is to be. Love it, Mary!!

    Reply
    • mary says

      January 31, 2018 at

      Such a good connection, Linda. Thank you!

      Reply
  2. Pat says

    January 29, 2018 at

    You’ve done it again Mary. Opened my eyes to see things in a whole new perspective, to understand life a bit more and to understand that no one is really ever alone.
    Thank you.

    Reply
    • mary says

      January 31, 2018 at

      Thanks, Pat. I keep learning that lesson over and over again, maybe one day it will stick.

      Reply
  3. Annette says

    January 29, 2018 at

    You’re doing just fine. Not every thing needs a response. I love your raw honesty.

    Reply
    • mary says

      January 31, 2018 at

      Thanks for the encouragement, Annette. 🙂

      Reply
  4. LM says

    January 30, 2018 at

    This is everything. Right there in the pit with you. Thank you for acknowledging the pit. And for helping me open my eyes in the pit.
    -flowerparts on instagram

    Reply
    • mary says

      January 31, 2018 at

      Welcome to the pit, it’s hard but good.

      Reply
  5. Christina says

    January 30, 2018 at

    This made me ugly cry. Can I be the designated pit ugly-crier?

    Reply
    • mary says

      January 31, 2018 at

      Yes, you get that title. I’ll make business cards.

      Reply
  6. Jessie Clemence says

    January 30, 2018 at

    Dear Mary,

    I stop everything I’m doing to read your emailed blog posts when they hit my inbox.

    That is all.

    Jessie

    Reply
    • mary says

      January 31, 2018 at

      Oh man, Jessie. That’s the best compliment. Thank you.

      Reply
  7. Annie says

    February 3, 2018 at

    Praying for you, Mary. There is nothing quite like being in the pit – in the situations/circumstances that have you lose damned near everything, including your mind. I grew up in a dysfunctional, drug and alcohol addicted, battering home. Know that you are in my thoughts and prayers. You cannot tell people what you need when you are in the pit because you are in SURVIVAL mode. You have to remember to breathe everyday and eat everyday and take care of your kids everyday. It’s so not-about-you and so primal that you wouldn’t have a clue of what to ask for.

    Know that we who have been in the pit and clawed our way out of it completely get you! We think about you and pray for you. We know that you can do this!

    Reply

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