Well, it does seem that I’m back to being “yappity”, anyway. We shall see.

Finally received an official diagnosis of ADHD and finally started medication for it. And it is making me weirdly social again. It is making me a bit like I was after surviving breast cancer. I was uncharacteristically hopeful and optimistic and forgiving and motivated and extroverted and chatty after all that….During all that, actually.

And then Life carried on… and, well, kinda took the shine off that survival high for a good 6 years or so and sent me reeling back to an old familiar state of being; as is occasionally documented in previous, cringe-y, but authentic, posts which, if I were anyone else, I would probably delete out of merited embarrassment. But I can’t deny who I am: Too honest, too earnest, too talkative, too wordy, too neurotic, too open, too sensitive, messy, emotional, curious, real, maybe shameless. Human.

Also? Probably worthy of the label of Alcoholic. Avoiding the stuff now – mainly because of my new meds.

I think that there’s more to being back though. As mentioned, it definitely has something to do with this new prescription added to my anti-depressant (which sorta broke down and was like, “Nope! Gonna need some help here!”) but I think it also has a lot to do with the unexpected death of someone, a friend, whom I considered one of my favorite people on this planet.

She and I met in college on a study abroad program. We became fast friends. We may have been opposite in so many ways, but we clicked. Mainly because she was one of those people who just hummed with brightness; she touched so many people with her warmth and kindness and energy. I was very lucky to have met her. She was in my wedding party (in fact, she was the reason I even met my husband) and I was in hers. Marriage and jobs and homes and kids came along and drew us away for periods of time, but we always circled back to touch base and check in on each other. And when we did, it was like no time had passed at all. We were the same together again as we were before. I am damn lucky to have a handful or two of friends like that. And her death has just thrown those relationships into stark focus. I’m still in disbelief and it’s been almost a month since she’s been gone. We had said we would get together soon several months ago. Another mutual friend had arranged to see her this past July. She backed out because she wasn’t feeling well – just two weeks before she passed.

I think that even more than when I had the possibility of dying in front of me roughly 11 years ago, my friend’s death has driven home to me the urgency of the time we have left for us on Earth. I know that sounds weird coming from someone who has gone through cancer treatment, from someone who has wrestled mightily with suicide-ideation for years, from someone whose husband not very long ago, attempted his own departure from this life, from someone who has lost a mother-in-law, from someone who has lost a father who was also a best friend, from deaths of other very dear ones… I’m not unfamiliar with loss.

Grief, I am discovering, is a weird thing though.

Those previous deaths, those close-calls with death….are events that I’ve managed to compartmentalize somehow. I think that I’ve put them into a room in my head, closed the door and chosen to examine them later. Every time I peek inside that room, I have to slam it shut. Especially my father’s death. ESPECIALLY that one. (Yes, I need to deal. I’ve signed up for a grief-counseling group, thank you). Probably I’ve done it because those events come with particularly tender to the touch, awful, memories. That’s not to say that my friend’s death isn’t painful. It most definitely is. But I think because of who she was and how she was and what she believed in, the suddenness of it is still so surreal, the fact that she died peacefully at least, surrounded by those she loved the most, at home and relaxing….everyone unaware of what was about to happen…. makes it somewhat gentler to reflect upon. And it makes it easier to keep her spirit with me.

And so, it is making me reflect upon the people in my life, the relationships I’ve had, human existence and its uncertainties, friendships and their impact. But most of all: Time. How to be in it and how to use it. Who to spend it with. How unpredictable it is.

I feel like I have her to thank for this awakening. Typical of her. That incredibly real positive open petite fun giggly honest caring bright earnest sweet energetic giving compassionate forgiving gracious authentic thoughtful soul. May her memory be a blessing. And may it keep me awake.