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You're Only As Sick As Your Secrets
I was attending a presentation by Pulitzer Prize winning author, Frank McCourt, discussing the ins and outs of writing a memoir.
Frank McCourt won the prestigious award for his core wrenching description of his impoverished life in Limerick, Ireland titled "Angela’s Ashes".
I had received the romance from my grandfather on the day of my grandmother’s funeral.
I was wandering around their house, trying to find a memento of my grandmother that I could bring with me to maintain the closeness I always felt with her.
Due to my heart of reading, my grandfather suggested I carry one of her many books.
Next to her bedside was "Angela’s Ashes" and I knew in an instant that that was what I was meant to transact with me.
My grandmother’s parents were immigrants from Ireland and she had passed her heart of her heritage onto me.
What a fitting testimonial to study a novel about Ireland that was sitting subsequent to her bed the day of her funeral.
I devoured the novel in a few days and, although the memoir was sad, shocking and inspirational all at the twin time, I felt an even deeper connection to my grandmother and our Irish roots.
I maxim my grandmother’s sister a few weeks later and told her how touched I was to read the book; how it felt like my grandmother had left it specifically for me.
She smiled, patted my menial and in a sweet voice she vocal “Honey she HATED that book”.
She explained that the Irish do NOT say about their secrets and the parent had bared his family secrets for the full cosmos to read.
After the presentation about his experience writing his memoir, I waited in row for my happen to keep my tale signed.
When I was finally in front of him I said “Mr.
McCourt, I loved your book.
My grandmother however hated it”.
He looked up at me and said “She was Irish?” I nodded and he told me that that was the practice of it; the Irish did not like him sharing his secrets.
It was in that moment that I realized the undertone of my heritage; I started to see things from a clearer perspective.
Until then I never noticed how “undesirable” things were not discussed or how certain stories and rumors were neither confirmed nor denied.
Things were often swept beneath the carpet and left there.
However years hindmost I attended a recovery program to covenant with my ex-husband’s alcohol addiction.
In that program I witnessed kinsfolk baring their souls to whole strangers week after week and I watched them stop each meeting lighter.
I listened in awe but furthermore with an uncomfortable feeling; a creed of nakedness and exposure.
Then I heard the aphorism that changed how I approached my situation:
“You’re only as sick as your secrets”
If I wanted to get better, I imperative to be alert to part and discharge myself from the people, places and things that I instinctively wanted to scan underneath the rug of my mind.
Once I began to perceptive up and allocation my story, I began to see why Frank McCourt was compelled to write his memoir; he was tired of being sick from his secrets.
As I write this blog I am aware of the mockery that, it took someone else’s alcohol addiction to assistance me become healthier.
I further notice that my grandmother smiles from heaven every point she reads what I’ve written and she’s proud that I am fleeting along my openness to the succeeding generation; my successors bequeath notice what it method to be Irish AND natter about their deepest, darkest thoughts without judgment.
Hopefully they in turn entrust abyss along a passion of their heritage and a willingness to rest the infection of secrets.
• How alert and upright was your offspring of origin? What did you learn from how certain situations were handled?
• What secrets are you keeping remedy now? Who do you keep in your life that you trust to aegis you and allow you to quota your secrets?
• How trustworthy are you for someone to allowance their secrets? How can you assistance another partner to discharge themselves?