I love this quote. It's quite relevant to me and I find it to be a wonderful metaphor. For those of you who are lazy and don't want to read a full post; just wanting the simplified version of the quote- the best things are created from the worst; and something beautiful can come from something ugly. Situationally, this quote speaks on a deep level to me.
The situation I relate back to this quote is my mother's death. Most of you frequent readers have probably already read about how my mom died, when, and all the little specific details that can be picked from in-between posts. To sum it up; my mom was a beautiful person with a horrible and uncontrollable disease. This disease was alcoholism, combined with bulimia, combined with anorexia, combined with hoarding, combined with anger and depression, COMBINED with a lot of other issues that composed her demon. Outside of this... she was a beautiful woman, a loving wife, a caring mother, a teacher, a friend, and a supporter to all she met. Her passing at such an early age was quite tragic. It was expected, yet unexpected... everyone had a false hope that she would live, recover, and be able to rejoin the family... and looking at the situation as an outsider, you would wonder how anyone could ever find the silver lining in that mess. I've talked to my friends about the situation before, and they've all given me horrified looks when I said that at the rate things were going, my mom's passing was likely for the better. What they don't know is the severity of the condition. How much pain my mom was in, even before her two week stay in the ICU. There was no real chance for her to get better... she kept continuously abusing alcohol and no amount of therapy was working for her. We found out far too late that she had APD, or Addictive Personality Disorder. This was an entirely different issue aside from the drinking that would attack her when she tried to quite alcohol. It made her unhealthy and increased her struggle. On her deathbed, she would have required major surgery, months of physical therapy, and would have been wheel-chair bound her entire life if she had recovered. That is not a life. That is breathing death. Even after that, she would have needed counseling and many years of therapy to reduce her addictions and heal her... and in that time, she would likely not be around me and my sister much. We were almost bankrupt at that point as it was; and paying her medical bills would have been near impossible... even though we would have given every last cent to keep her alive. At the end of it all... she was wasting away. She passed away in a medically induced coma after her life support was removed. And she was put out of her misery. Now, I can only hope that she is safe somewhere in spirit form where I can see her again; out of pain and misery. Hopefully, she can see everyone from where she is- watch my sister and I grow up, watch over her family and friends, and see my dad. She no longer struggles here. Her fight and her pain are all gone now. And that? That is silver lining enough for me. ~Maddie
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