Pain and Escape

Today I am in a quiet mood. Not something that happens very often. We've been talking about substance abuse in all my classes today and it's put my in a thinking mode. We watched a movie in psych called "When a Man Loves a Woman." Have you seen it? It's such a real, heart-wrenching story about alcoholism and what it does to families...but also a story about screwed up people who really love each other. I find my heart aching for all those people who need to dull their minds and hearts to escape from reality. I wonder about the fairness of life that mine has been so good. So much potential for dysfunction, and yet I was protected from most of it. Of course there have been heartaches and times I wished I was elsewhere, but to be afraid to live life fully aware, I can't really imagine. I want to pull those people close and tell them that they are loved, that there is peace, that life doesn't have to be so hard all the time. But I know that is naive. You can't make people change anymore than you can change the weather. I'm in my psych rotation for clinical right now and sometimes when I find myself listening to patients stories I wonder if I would have ended up in the same places they did. I'd love to say no, I'm stronger than that, but given the same life they have lived, who knows. Now I'm not excusing the behavior, far from it, but I guess it just seems more understandable that it occurs. I think about how God's heart must be breaking for his lost children. I guess what comes along with the gift of love and compassion means that you have to deal with the heartache that others endure. I find myself on the verge of tears just thinking about all the suffering in the world (yes, I'm the little girl who cried when I saw the homeless guys with signs). And yet I know I was made this way for a reason. Life is hard, but God is here and we are his hands and feet. I pray will all my heart I will never become hardened to it all.