So, I was in Wal-Mart yesterday which is such a great place to be on a Saturday afternoon but what the hey…there’s nothing else any more exciting for me to do on the weekends 🙄. Anyhoot, there are arrows on the aisles showing which direction you are supposed to go and even though I want to rebel…just because I need some pizzazz in my life…I followed them. I think I was the only one in the store that did. Go figure.
But here’s the thing: I found myself apologizing for people getting in my way when they were the ones disregarding the arrows. I apologized. Me. Then when I was driving home, I started thinking about how many other things I apologized for in the 30 minutes I was there (it seemed like an eternity…just sayin’ 😳). I said ‘sorry’ to people who cut in front of me with their carts…a lady who almost ran me over with her electric scooter when she was backing up (but thanks to my lightening fast reflexes, I was able to save myself)…a guy who reached in front of me and grabbed a loaf of bread (not the healthier whole grain, but good ole Sunbeam)…a couple who cut through the self-scan lane I was on and knocked into my cart…and finally, a guy who shoved past me at the exit.
All in all, I’d say I apologized at least a dozen times…if not more. *BTW: the lady who almost backed into me was looking at vacuums and I very politely put the one she wanted into her basket (how she was going to see to ‘drive’ was beyond me 😳). I told her she almost ran me over but I wanted to help her anyway since I survived and she didn’t bat an eye. I wonder if she has scooter insurance…I feel a stiff neck coming on.
You know, this is a habit I really need to break. I find myself saying “I’m sorry” all of the time. It doesn’t matter if I’m to blame or not, I feel like if something goes wrong, I need to put a ‘sorry’ out there. And I don’t say it lightly…I actually mean it. Like when the guy pushed past me, I started thinking that maybe I was going too slowly. Maybe he had an emergency and I was in his way. Maybe he won the lottery and was going to collect his millions. No matter what, I MUST have done something to create that situation.
I did the same thing today at the gym (our leader kicked my ass today…I can barely move). I apologized when someone slopped some cleaning solution on my shoes, and numerous times when someone would bump into me. And even though they might not apologize, I do, whether I was the ‘bumper’ or the ‘bumpee’.
So, writing this blog has it’s ups and downs. (Yes, grasshoppers…I’m changing the subject but it’s all going to make sense…stay with me…). The up is that I get messages like this almost daily:
“I want to say ‘Thank You’. I read something recently on your blog, and it stuck with me, in relation to toxic positivity. I just appreciate and honor the fact that you’re real and authentic, and I admire the fact that you speak openly about depression, anxiety, and mental wellness…it makes those of us, who aren’t okay, feel seen and heard. It gives us the courage to speak to our words our pain, and reach out.
Lately, things have been kinda crazy, and a lot of hard changes have happened. However, I know this truth: You are strong. You inspire me to find strength and move forward. You’re loved, I’m so grateful for you.”
And then, one of my students from a few years ago wrote to me and told me that she was so happy I taught about Domestic Violence in our classes and took the information seriously. She said she also appreciated me sharing ma’s emotional story which is hard for me to do and often makes me cry. She said that she dated someone a few times and started seeing the warning signs I preach about. She ended the relationship and later found out he was a violent guy. She told me I saved her from something that could have been detrimental to her and her beautiful kids.
Now the downside? I was starting to explore a some-what relationship with an old friend but we ended up being like oil and water (I was the oil…I use too much conditioner on my hair 🤨) and argued about…well…almost everything. Anyhoot, no matter what happened or anything that might have been said, it was always my fault. If he said something vile…it was my fault. If he lied to me…it was my fault. If he ‘tested’ me…it was my fault. THEN, there would be a reference to me being bipolar and how that makes me ‘crazy’ so duh, it REALLY is my fault. Hmmmmm. Obviously, I ended things (or actually he did…but I took him up on it and now it’s my fault I didn’t try harder… 🙄…as my grandpa would have said: “You can’t win for losing.”).
But here’s the thing: I did apologize for everything. Again and again and again. I never said: “I’m sorry but…” but sincerely apologized. Like anyone, I said things I needed to apologize for…I’m no saint, that’s for sure! But he didn’t buy my apologies, and then would say: “I’m sorry but YOU…” etc.
Putting my life out here like I do and talking about having bipolar makes me a target in so many ways. People now know how overly sensitive I am…how guilty I can feel…how those of us with bipolar ruminate and question and worry…how impulsive and jumpy I can be, etc. By knowing this, my mental illness can be used against me. Who’s going to believe the ‘crazy’ one isn’t to blame for relationship issues? Who’s going to believe ME if there are different sides of something being told? After all, everyone knows that ‘bipolars’ are cray cray. Right?
Wrong!! We are not fucking crazy (sorry ma, but talking about this gets me pissy 😠). I’M not fucking crazy. Period. Yes, I have a mental illness. A pretty serious one at that. But guess what? I’ve built a great career after years and years of schooling. I raised a son who kicks ass in everything he does (except basketball…sorry, porkchop). I was the ‘breadwinner’ in my last marriage (yes peeps…the 3rd one 🙄) and am financially independent now. I do everything with the house and yard. And the list goes on. Just because I have a mental illness does not mean I’m crazy. In fact, compared to some ‘normal’ people I know…I’m pretty damn ‘sound’.
So, why do I keep apologizing for every little bitty thing that happens and the biggies too? Do I believe I need too because I am bipolar…cray cray…mentally ill? I think I’ve kinda been ‘trained’ to over the years. I think some people like to prey on those perceived as weaker or ‘less than’ in their eyes. As a result, we take on more of what happens in any situation than someone else might. (Since 25% of the population suffers a mental disorder or illness at some point in their lives, there’s a chance these ‘judgy’ people might be on the other side someday. I don’t wish that on anyone. But the reality is, it could happen).
So, I’m not going to do it anymore…keep saying “I’m sorry” all of the time. Well, I am probably going to go to my grave (it better be a BIG stone, son…BIG…🙄) apologizing for dying. But I am going to try to stop feeling like I’M the one that’s always wrong. Like I’m the one who’s always in the way. Like I’m the one always to blame. Like I’m the one…the only one…that has affected whatever it is that has happened. I’m not going to apologize for being me. If others want to use what I write against me, that’s fine. Go ahead. I’m actually pretty fucking tough for my size (right ma?). But as long as what I write helps people, I’m going to continue. And no. I’m not sorry for that at all.
3 thoughts on ““Sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions.” ~ Stephen King”
The only thing you need to apologize for is being so fucking (sorry, Kristi’s ma) awesome that you make the rest of us (well, except for me, of course) look bad in comparison. Seriously, I find I do the same thing, I say I’m sorry to Maverick when he swerves in front of me and almost takes me down, I say I’m sorry to the swing when I sit on it and it creaks, (and you think YOU’RE cray cray?) Lets make a deal – we’ll both work on stopping that. K? K, cuz it’s not your fault. ❤ (also, I find myself apologizing to you ma every time I curse these days. Yes, you may hoot)
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I appreciate this post. You are awesome.
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Thank you!!!! xoxo