I haven’t been myself lately. I’ve been tweaking some of my prescriptions, so I’ve been feeling extraordinarily drugged up and forgetful and spaced out and all of those good things. Here’s a thought for today, though, that I find extremely poignant. I’m no longer Christian, but I still find the Bible beautiful, if taken in a non-dogmatic context.
I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
2 Corinthians 12:7-10
I’ve been trying to do this. I’ve been trying to be open about my difficulties with mental health, and health in general, actually, and for the most part, I’ve been received with support. Turns out I am not a rock nor an island, regardless of what Simon and Garfunkel might idealize, and sharing my weaknesses and my struggles has brought me closer to people than I ever thought possible. It was inauthentic for me to put up that strong front. And although I’m told I’m incredibly good at it (unfortunately), ultimately I think it’s hard for people to identify with someone who is constantly wearing a mask.
There’s wisdom in them thar hills, and I intend to continue building my strength by admitting my weaknesses. Because that’s the thing that’s essentially human, and permeates all of human experience. It’s the tie that binds.