tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124393623937841911.post2977631282200510253..comments2016-01-10T08:54:10.407-08:00Comments on Share the Sarcasm: Interventions and Co-opting the StoryUnofficialBaileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728088817256920074noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124393623937841911.post-30859141190763017112014-09-26T16:28:41.115-07:002014-09-26T16:28:41.115-07:00Yes, your situation is very unique. I feel bad tha...Yes, your situation is very unique. I feel bad that you don't have anyone to support you. I sure don't know how to deal with it, but am obviously here for you in any way I can be. also speaks heavily to my savior/bearing burdens complex, like I want to rescue anyone who is too lost, depressed, or desperate. but I don't know how or the tools I think will help are not the ones they need or want. <br />also praying for miracles. love you. xoxoTamara M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/18094443137593589388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124393623937841911.post-80804601317321302142014-09-26T06:33:48.902-07:002014-09-26T06:33:48.902-07:00I get exactly what you mean about appropriateness....I get exactly what you mean about appropriateness. My issue is I am dealing with it at weird random times and there's no one to talk to about it. It's too weird and personal for acquaintances. If it were cancer, you could post it on Facebook, ask for donations, etc. But heroin? That's just something else. There's the context of shame and sin and other things that are icky and no one wants to think about. Hell, I don't want to think about that going on WHERE I'M RAISING MY KIDS. But it's everywhere. Maybe that's the take-away- it is everywhere. Just like sin. You can pretend that where you live or how you were raised will keep you far from it, but it is always there for those who get too lost, too depressed, too desperate. Where you live, how much money you make, your occupation, nothing can keep it away. Except God- and I'm praying He can make a miracle out of this situation.UnofficialBaileyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09728088817256920074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124393623937841911.post-67412539161922212912014-09-25T17:48:30.778-07:002014-09-25T17:48:30.778-07:00hello, said best friend here. I'm not sure how...hello, said best friend here. I'm not sure how to explain that what I was talking about is different from what's going on here. I agree that your mom could share her story of how she was impacted by your eating disorder. But I maybe disagree about the levels - like if she was going to publish a book or go on a talk show and tell the world minute details about you, she should need your approval. This is why I can't read memoirs any more, because the other characters usually get painted in a less than favorable light. <br />When I was talking about September 11th, I meant more that all of the stories don't even usually mention grief or the affect of the event on them. It's more just a "look at me, here is WHERE I WAS when the HUGE THING happened". I've actually realized maybe I should speak up more, honoring the memory of the guy I knew. I also just think it affects me a lot because of inappropriate time & place. Like if you went into the office tomorrow and sat down within earshot of random coworkers and said "this person is using heroin" that's kind of unfair to the people who aren't close to you or don't necessarily have the space to process this huge story within that work environment. <br />Lengthy diatribe all to say that I don't have any idea what to do. Love you and praying it will all work out. XoxoTamara M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/18094443137593589388noreply@blogger.com