When I was a kid, my family would go camping every Memorial Day weekend. When it was cold and rainy, and we had nothing else to do, we would play a card game called Spoons. The basic idea is that the players pass around the deck of cards continuously until someone has four of a kind. They grab a spoon, and the rest of the players grab at spoons. The last player without a spoon is out. Those camping trips are some of my fondest memories growing up.
Recently I was admitted to the hospital in a mental health ward. My thoughts were spiraling deeper and deeper in to depression that I gave up on myself and my life. I felt like I was in the darkest place of my life and had no way out. But my family never gave up on me. I had visitors daily and love pouring in. Slowly but surely, I began improving, finding my way out of the darkness. I prayed constantly: prayed for help, prayed to feel hope, prayed to feel love.
On one of my last days in the ward, a few of the patients and I decided to play Spoons. Now you can imagine how hilarious it would be to play this game in a mental ward: people of varying ages, with a wide range of mental states going on. It wasn’t easy to explain, it wasn’t easy to get participation, but when the spoons went flying I started to smile. Cards were dropping, players were grabbing at the spoons at the wrong times and it was a mess. But it was the light at the end of the tunnel for me.
I was reminded that life is messy, dark times are gong to happen, nothing and no one is perfect. If everything were perfect, imagine how boring life would be! Do you struggle? Are you in a dark time? Does it feel like you’ll never find your way out? Keep looking for the light. It will come.