Dr. Jedidiah’s Diary
Dr. Jedidiah is a psychiatrist who loves
traveling, meeting new people, and exploring different cultures. As a single
father who lost his wife to drug overdose 10 years ago, he has not been his old
perky self for the last decade. During those hard years, he has met hundreds
of, thousands of people from various walks of life around all over the world.
Meeting new people and listening to their stories outside his office have given
him different feelings from the ones through the formal encounter groups or being
truly honest with himself. Here is Dr. Jedidiah’s monologue that has left him
with some food for thoughts in life….or a fodder to justify his own mistakes in
the past.
Episode 58. Demi was not an ephemeral plume in my life.
When I lost my wife Demi, I felt totally bereft and
thought I’d never find anything in this world that could bring me back to my
old effervescent self. Demi’s and my mutual friend Doug, who had been
our church buddy, asked me one day how come I had not showed up at the church
for more than three months. I was not in the mood for a babble about my becoming
a spotty churchgoer. More strictly, I started to find pastor Greg’s preaching,
hymns, and prayers quite staid and meaningless. I kept silent, and Doug
said “I know you’re not a renegade. You’re in deep despair now, right?”
My silence must have made him think that I was trying to sidestep his questions
or agreeing with him on whatever he said.
Well, actually I was zoning out most of the time back
then, finding nothing in the world either exciting or lachrymose. Wind,
rain, clouds, flowers, birds perched on my old tree in the backyard meant no
longer a moment of peace or happiness to me. Demi’s absence in my life shrouded
every corner we used to be together with inexplicable sense of emptiness. She
was such a passe-partout in my life with which I dared to explore the
world in happiness. Now that Demi was gone, I lost a huge adminicle to
my strength or will to live. Prozac or Zoloft that I had often prescribed to my
patients did not work magic for me. Raucous music or weekend parties were not a
rollicking solution to me at all. I wasn’t able to find answers or
solace in the library or at my favorite bookstore in the neighborhood. Hundreds
of my trail shoes had to hibernate on the shoe rack, waiting to be picked up
some day. My teenaged kid was a poor thing that lost both his beloved mama and
this depressed daddy as well. Seeing my own son losing his emotional anchor cut
like a knife inside of me, but there was nothing I could ever try to change the
situation. I realized I was hopelessly trapped in the most intractable
net of frustration.
*picture source: https://www.etsy.com/it/listing/581254803/feathers-beautiful-colored-bird-feather & https://www.aliexpress.com/i/32810876950.html)
Expressions
1. bereft
(of something): deprived or robbed of the possession or use
of something —usually used with of
2. effervescent:
lively or bubbly
3. babble:
(noun / verb) noisy quarrelsome chatter or stubborn arguing
4. spotty: irregular/
not consistent
5. staid: old-fashioned
and humorless
6. renegade:
deserter from one’s faith
7. lachrymose:
tending to cause tears
8. passe-partout: Something,
such as a master key, that permits one to pass or go at will
9. adminicle: anything
that aids or supports
10.
rollicking: exuberantly
lively or amusing
11.
intractable: hard
to control
12.
bricolage: something
constructed or created from a diverse range of available things
Maybe your best ever!
ReplyDeleteI could reall feel the his pain!
Thanks so much and I'm glad the story resonates with you.
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