After learning that you don't win the 100 Word Challenge when you don't play (ops), here's this week's entry, "Getting Better".
There's nothing I can do.
For a person, for a GENDER, used to fixing, trained to fix, obsessed with making it better and triaging crises and focused on analysis of risk and reward, it's hard as holy hell to admit that. Fretting doesn't work, panicking does nothing, getting angry is worthless.
There's nothing I can do.
Someone I love is in pain, and there's nothing at all I can do but let my brain chew on itself.
There's nothing I can do, so I pray. It can't make things worse.
I like this. Well said. relink this please - for some reason - your link never showed up - Mark's didn't either.
ReplyDeleteI can feel you frustration, Michael. Excellent writing!
ReplyDeleteI've heard so many men say things like this. Helplessness is horror for them. Hope it passes quickly.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. It is actually resolved, thank heaven-crisis over.
ReplyDeleteI am intimately familiar with that feeling of frustration and ineffectual anger. Wonderfully written.
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