Given my unique perspective, I would be remiss not to talk about Newtown, Connecticut. I cried for those children, their parents, the teachers and administrators who lost their lives. I sobbed really, and could no longer watch the news this weekend. It was only today that I was able to turn on the television again. The faces of the children tear me to pieces.
As an individual with mental illness, as a parent of a teenager with Aspergers, a 20 year old son and three other children, I have a very unique perspective. Although I know a diagnosis of Aspergers has no connection with the kind of heinous and vicious crime committed, one gets scared. As a parent of a 20 year old, I am acutely aware that he truly has only just begun to mature into adulthood. I am also baffled by the strength of these families. I don't think I could go on. It's cliche to mention that parents should never have to bury their children, but it is a basic truth. Although my kids are mostly grown, I remember each of their first days as kindergardeners like it was yesterday. School should be a safe place - how can we send our kids to school each day without some sense of security? I don't know the answer to this.
If you read my blog you know that I suffer from bipolar disorder, severe anxiety disorder, OCD and borderline personality disorder. Although I have had many a manic episode and certainly many depressive ones, I am still at a complete loss as to how someone could gun down innocent children. I understand being in so much emotional pain that you want to take your own life - a place where you feel hopeless and helpless, I've been there. How do you move from that feeling to a desire to hurt others? Not just individuals in your life who may've hurt you or you feel anger toward, but perfect strangers or innocent children? I can't fathom it. Maybe if you suffer from schizophrenia, hear voices telling you to commit terrible crimes and no longer have the capacity to differentiate between right and wrong, that might be understandable; but if that's the case, then where was the help for this man? I don't think we will ever understand the motivations, thought processes and lack of empathy of this criminal mind. I don't know if I want to waste my brain matter thinking about him.
As a Texan, I am horrified to know that we are dead last in dollars spent on mental health care 51st to be exact. I have had treatment for my illnesses for 10+ years and can tell you first hand how horrible mental health care is here in Texas. I don't know if it will ever be easy for people to talk about. It certainly isn't easy for the person who suffers (sometimes in silence). We are so afraid to tell people about our diagnoses - afraid that they will be afraid, afraid that they will think differently from that point forward, afraid to lose friends, jobs etc. Maybe someday it will be just as simple as admitting to food allergies, diabetes or high blood pressure, but today a mental health diagnosis is a scarlet letter.
On a happier note, we had a really great weekend at McKinney Trade Days. Sales were mediocre, but we sold some and handed out a bunch of business cards for potential custom orders. Fiona had a ton of fun and made best friends with the beef jerky salesman across the way! The weather was perfect (except for the rain on Friday) - not what one expects so close to Christmas - 70 and sunny. I had time to make a few more pieces, particularly more boot bling as three more sold over the weekend. I did however sell one of my multi-stranded necklaces which brought me a lot of joy. My mom stopped by and so did our friend with her mom, so in general it was a really nice weekend and we are really perfecting the set up and tear down process with each show.
I want to thank my wife for all her help this weekend; for her love and faith in me and my work. I also want to thank everyone who stopped by our booth - especially those who purchased something, and those who just mentioned that they thought my jewelry was beautiful.
We all need to send our strength and love to Newtown. Not only today, but for days, weeks and months to come. These families are grieving this holiday season - they have lost more than most of us can ever comprehend.