When I was in college, my best friend’s father was diagnosed with stage IV lung cancer that had spread to his brain. 
It was very advanced and there was little they could do. It was devastating. My friend was one of six children and extremely close with her father. It was simply unimaginable that this was happening.
Once weekend when I was home, I was visiting my church (more on that later). My old youth group leader asked me how my friend’s dad was doing, and I broke down as I told him. One of the things he said to comfort me has stuck with me throughout the years: “He never gives you more than you can handle.”
As soon as he said it I knew I disagreed. It was a nice thing to say and is probably a nice thing to believe. But I don’t…mostly for the reason that it’s simply not true.
People are given more than they can handle all the time—that’s why people commit suicide. That’s why they quit, run away, and break down.
This has never been more true to me than now, after I’ve been fighting a losing battle with bipolar depression for months on end. I have come to truly understand what “too much” feels like and why someone would take their own life to escape.
So though it’s not comforting, I prefer the truth found in Les Miserables’ I Dreamed a Dream:
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I think sometimes just acknowledging the hard reality of things can be motivating in and of itself. And when it’s not…there’s always Glee.
kept the flowers 
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