To Whom Do We Turn?

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To whom do we turn when we are sinking, when we are burning, when we are withering from the world’s hellish heat?  To whom do we turn when we can no longer ignore a burden so fierce that it strips us, layer by layer, slowly and painfully, until we are raw and unfit for others? To whom do we turn when we have lost our will, our compass of comfort and joy, our deepest instinct to fight?

I am an intensely private woman; I was an intensely private child. Yes, I know it seems a colossal contradiction because of what I do here, but I’m willing to draw back the curtain only so far before I get itchy and shaky and break out in hives from the thought of laying it all out in plain view. There are some things I keep hidden and clutched to my heart in an act of protectiveness.  I do this instinctively, mostly because I don’t want to splash my grimy guts all over your clean shirt.

We all have our burdens.  We all have our demons.  I hesitate to add to another’s by asking them to hold mine as well.

The question to whom do we turn has been a constant throughout my life.  I am earnest when I ask; it’s pure curiosity.  I know that there must be others like me, others who want to figuratively open their veins and let the diseased anguish spill out in a warm crimson sea, but who can’t. Who won’t. It’s to those I ask the question?

To Who Do We Turn

To whom do you turn?

When my demons are brazen enough to show-up, I start with God and Husband, then the written word follows. I often lay down letter after letter, word after word, forming run-on thoughts and incomplete conclusions.

The act of projectile vomiting my emotional turmoil onto the page, even if the result is a hideous self-indulgent tangent, allows me just enough fevered clarity to believe that I will reclaim the eternal knowing that all is well.

Yet, the telling, the turning, is an ordeal that I profoundly resist.

For those who secretly, silently, carry pain and uncertainty, fear and sadness, confusion and misery (and don’t we all at some point), I know you.  I see you.  I am you.  You are my tribe.

Where we turn, where we find our peace, is intensely personal.  Happily, most of my days are filled with a mighty and sustaining peace.  When the wickedest of days return, fracturing my peace, I turn to that which is my greatest help, even if begrudgingly.

Yet, as I witness a collective suffering among my people, I find myself asking the same question…

…to whom do we turn?



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  1. Beautiful post as it is so very personal and yet strikes a chord with many of us. I, too, turn to God in those intense, life moments when I am at a loss as to how to breathe let alone cope. Thanks for sharing this today.

    • Mrs. Tucker says

      I sometimes hesitate to write such deeply personal essays because it makes me feel vulnerable, yet the need to share for the someone who is feeling alone overpowers any hesitation. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

  2. This is a very deep post! I turn to God who is always with me.

  3. Sometimes it is very frustrating because there is no where to turn — no one to lean on because I am so busy propping them up. with their struggles and I just don’t feel I can add to their load… Fortunately I don’t let it get to me very often but on those rare days when it does — I just hide.

    • Mrs. Tucker says

      My biggest obstacle is that I don’t want to add to anyone’s pain, but on the other side,I would never view it that way when someone turns to me. I get in my own way most of the time, but like you I’m grateful it’s a rare occasion when we have those days.

  4. I am so thankful for my girlfriends. We’ve had a stretch of serious ongoing health crises in my family and it is wonderful to have my girls to turn to for support so that I can be that support to my mom and sister.

    • Mrs. Tucker says

      Girlfriends are the best (as are the friends that be boys!). So glad you have a strong group to turn to in times of need.


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