I’ve watched Grey’s Anatomy sporadically throughout its run. I’ve never carved the time into my schedule but would catch it or a rerun when I had the time. I watched the season finale last spring, the episode where a despondent man, sad from losing his wife and best friend, went into the hospital and shot people. It was gripping and so I have watched this season to see how the fallout from such actions would play out.
The first episode showed a frazzled Lexie, with a photographic memory, experience a psychotic break where she believes a woman who doesn’t know the medications she takes is trying to kill herself. Christina, after performing surgery on her best friend’s husband while a gun is pointed at her head and watching her boyfriend be shot in the same operating room, is focused on organizing a wedding to said boyfriend because she “can’t be alone.” Everyone is being evaluated by a psychologist before they are allowed to operate again. Meredith and Christina are the only two not released.
The second episode, on last night, showed Christina still stunned from what happened from the shootings to being married. Her now husband and mentor believe she will only heal when she can return to the operating room. They override the psychologist by going to the chief of the hospital. Yet when a stand holding instruments is knocked over, Christina has fallen to the floor. Meredith runs into the O.R. and lays down with her friend. She reaches her hand out to Christina who feels numb from fear. She promises to stay there until Christina is ready to move. At the end of the episode, her husband arrives at Meredith’s house and promises to stand by her through her psychological healing.
Today I was contemplating my life, taking stock. Sierra has stayed with me this week yet I feel she was avoiding me at her fundraiser for forensics last night. David continues to haunt my thoughts as I imagine him letting another woman into my children’s lives without my knowledge. My friends I have gained since the divorce are excited to go dancing tonight. I have friends that regularly comment on my facebook posts. I participate in conversations at both jobs and feel accepted. My sister makes herself available if I need anything. Yet, I feel lonely, isolated.
Then I remembered Meredith laying on the floor, her face on the ground, patience eluding from her glance, her hand outstretched offering her friend an escape route from the dirt that was falling in to the hole Christina fell into since the shootings. I came here to say I don’t have that. I don’t have someone willing to reach into the dark recesses of that place that is scary yet inviting, willing to carry me out to save me.
But that’s not true. My sister almost literally flew to get to me as I nestled into that darkness. My friends offered time and patience as I recovered from the trip into hell’s door and back. My children, except for Sierra, have always been present and happy to have me in their lives. But do they reach out for me or do I call to them as Lexie did as she melted into her break from reality?
I don’t have someone to walk through the day to day life that is the foundation of every action beyond it. I don’t have someone who texts or calls me every day to check on me. I don’t have someone to lie next to when I feel the world is pushing me down. I don’t have that support that makes the tough moments not so bad.
Some of this is the result of my own actions. In fact it probably is mostly a reaction to my inability to allow people to get close to me. I had a best friend in high school. We did everything together from riding to school to hanging out together on the weekends. I dated her brother’s best friend. But when I broke up with him, I realized not only I had pushed my friend away, but I had isolated myself from my classmates. In my depression of losing a routine (we had dated for two years) and the one person I felt I could share anything with, I lost control of my actions. I hit her mom, who was also my mom’s best friend. I went from being distant to the people who were fundamental in my life to being ostracized. Every day became a challenge to pick my head up and go through the motions. The point that helped to change this was when my cousin told me there was a guy she thought I should meet. A few months later I met David and changed my life course to include him and eventually lose myself.
Perhaps I replaced my friend with David. Though he could never be what my friend was to me because she would not only share herself with me but would be honest and open with me. David is not programmed that way. He needs to assess it, mull it over and give you an analytical answer. And eventually he grew frustrated by my eternal philosophical questionings.
Perhaps I never really was that close to anyone in my life. I have always talked more than I listened, filling in pauses with unnecessary words. Perhaps I have never been a worthy Christina to any Meredith in my life. Or maybe I am misinterpreting the actions and feelings of those that choose to keep me in their lives.
Every person has a personal circle in which they live. They choose who is allowed in, who gets to orbit near them but not connect orbits with them, and who remains on the fringe of their universe as acquaintances without an emotional attachment. I probably remain in the fringe of most people’s worlds and connect to those that are touched by the foundation I build every day with family, work and home. I don’t know if any of those people can trust me into their personal circle. I don’t know if I trust myself in that special place. I’m scared instead of keeping me out of the dark hole of sadness or pulling me out as I fall again, I fear I will drag them in with me.
Maybe I won’t every be a Meredith, with her McDreamy, or Christina, with her amazing skills at her career choice and constant “soulmate.” Perhaps I’m more of a Lexie, easy to break, easy to repair, always fragile but with an inner strength people forget about. Yeah, that sounds about right.