Thursday, December 18, 2025

Crazy Love

 


Inside my head is a jigsaw made of trillions and trillions and trillions of atoms. It might take a while.” 

Nathan Filer


We are all struck with the deaths of the Reiner parents. Rob and his wife were killed by their son that they so deeply appeared to adore. Paricide is a term I learned today. It is when a child kills their parent.. in this case ‘parents’. Extremely uncommon. 


It appears to me that the Reiner’s only real struggle in life was protecting their son from himself. Rob Reiner even said that was a parents only REAL duty. 


We protect our kids from all the ouside forces in life…’Look both ways before crossing the street’, ‘Wear your seatbelt’, ‘Don’t hang around that friend’. But what if the danger is INSIDE your child? What if it is THEMSELVES that is the danger?


I cannot imagine (thankfully) what the parent of a child with mental illness endures. I cannot imagine what a child with mental illness experiences. It sounds to me that the ‘dark cloud’ that hovered over the family was years and years of hardship to the family. I imagine it was the first thing that Rob and his wife thought of when they opened their eyes each morning. It sounds to me that they tried to integrate their son into ‘normal’ life. They brought him to celebrity parties even. They didn’t HIDE him from their life. They lived WITH him and tried so desperately to be a normal family (whatever that means). 


There is a saying that mental illness is acceptable in the very poor and in the very rich. Drive down the street and peek at the homeless population. There they are right out in the open while you sip your Starbucks at a stoplight. And OoOooh the very rich can be extravagant and ‘out there’ and we watch them ‘perform’. But to be inside the walls of the homes of a child that struggles must be raw and painful and consuming. 


I imagine his 17 stints in rehab were in the best facilities. I imagine the drugs helped him quiet the millions of tabs that are open in his brain. I bet he thought it ‘helped’ him feel more, well, ‘normal’. I am sure that his self medicating was his only way of coping. 


I don’t know anyhting about this subject. I have friends with family members that struggle with their minds. I am sure there was some undisclosed mental issues somewhere in my family tree. I think it is more common than we think. I am sure that the Reiners ENTIRE family loved their son/brother/grandson/nephew as much as they could (or as much as he allowed). I imagine it must be difficult to be the child of a celebrity regardless of your mental state. I imagine it is hard to see success when all you want to do is close some of those open tabs in your brain and quiet the noise. I imagine it is quite noisy in there. 


“Trying to show that you have mental illness to somebody who’s never had it is like trying to describe a new color to the colorblind” is a quote that I read. They say living with mental illness is like constantly fighting a bear in a phone booth. I heard about the deaths of the Reiner’s I started researching mental illness. Losing your mind, which is what happened, is a terrible thing. I wanted to know what it must feel like. Sometimes these people ‘cure’ themsleves by self harming. Maybe the Reiner’s child thought that if he hurt himself it would destroy his parents. Maybe he thought he was a ‘bad child’ and was relieving his parents from his destruction. Maybe he didn’t think at all and just reacted. I have watched his videos and it is obvious that this strikingly handsome young man was awkward and uncomfortable. He knew it. Everyone knew it. But they tried to make him fit in. It sounded like that was all they ever did was TRY to make it better. Rob Reiner said in an interview that people with diplomas on their walls sitting at big desks more or less told him of the dangerous side of his son. He said, more or less, that they wanted to love the hurt out of him. They wanted to put their arms around him and do it as a family. And they did. 


Families are complex organisms. You never know really what is going on behind closed doors and inside peoples minds. The Reiner’s tried…my God did they try. I am sure that sometimes it felt like it was working. I am sure that many times it felt like it never would work. 


If your heart, lungs, or kidneys can fail, then a brain can as well. My heart goes out to the families during the holidays that are trying to make their family member fit in; to the families that are hoping that their child shows up to Christmas dinner; to the families that hope there won’t be a scene ‘this year’; to the families that hope that their child isn’t living ‘under a bridge’; to the families that have run out of hope. Desperation is LOUD. Sometimes you throw up your hands and say ‘well, we tried everything’; sometimes ‘it is what it is’. 


I am convinced that what happens in the homes of families facing mental illness is much diferent than we imagine. I am sure with every head held in their hands thinking they are never going to change, there are always rays of hope and love. I hope that these families are surrounded by friends and family that understand their struggle. A famous producer bringing his child to a party full of celebrities tells me that his friends knew that they were just trying everything they could do to pull their son out of his own mind.


Sometimes you just have to love them and pray for the best. As for the Reiner’s I pray for the family left behind and their son that will most likely be living in a physical prison, although he has been a prisoner of himself his entire life. Love your family regardless of their imperfections; regrdless of their struggles; regardless of their illness and continue to try to love them to health; regardless of the outcome…I guess.


Saturday, December 6, 2025

Stepping Stones

 


Not sure how I woke up and immediately thought ‘How is 2025 almost over?”, “How is Christmas in 2 weeks?”. How did we get here so fast? 


What are we waitig for? I read a beautiful Substack article this morning. It was poetic and deep and meaningful. It was written they way that I like to read things and how I like to write. I remember an English teacher told me once that I use too many adjectives when I write. That is always great for a teenager’s ego and confidence to be a writer. NOT! 


I scrolled to the bottom of this article to read about the author… a wife and mother living in South Hampton…she mentioned her children’s ages and her husband’s name…I immediately thought ‘Sure she HAS the time to write’. I imagined her in a cozy chair curled up as she writes. I immediately think that I would love the leaisure time to just sit and write. 


I read one of her articles and she talks about doing things that you love to do before it is too late; before you are looking back on your life and thinking about the things you would do differenly. 


Heading into a new year usually makes everyone start creating their resolution lists. These lists are usually full of things we will do differently. They always have the ‘usual’ items like 

  1. Make more money.
  2. Spend time with family
  3. Call Mom more often

Some of these are just ‘wishful thinking’…words that make us feel better about our current state of affairs. It is as if putting it on paper relieves us of some sort of guilt. 


I have become extrememly purposeful and intent driven when I make my resolution lists. I heard someone say, “Are you making a To Do List or a Wish List?”. Hmmm some of my items NEED to get completed. Some are mandatory for my business and success. Others are, well, a wish list! Things I would LIKE to have happen but, let’s face it, they probably won’t. Time and life often get in the way. 


Last year my resolution list was very business detailed. I am happy to say that I nailed it this year with my resolutions. Yes, I still have the list and YES I check it often. It is complete this year. I did it all. Now what? Just when you get done with your resolutions it is time to make new ones for the new year. 


This year will be different. The random author that I came across made me think… Why does the married author living in South Hampton, who writes every day, get to live her dreams of daily writing? Why did it hit a pang of jealousy with me? Why am I still thinking about her daily life? Why does she get to have all the fun? Why does my life look NOTHING like hers? Why me? Why me?


Why not me? Let me say it again and LOUDER for the people in the back. Why NOT me?

These days, I’m finding I just don’t have the bandwidth to worry about what anyone thinks of me. Maybe it’s the wisdom of a few more birthdays, maybe it’s feeling steady in my work, maybe it’s just the sweet comfort of knowing I’m doing just fine out here. Whatever it is, I’m deep into my “you know what? screw it—here’s the truth” chapter.


…and that is it! That’s the start of my Resolution List. I am channeling Nike and startting my list with Just Do It. Just effing DO IT! You want the things that a woman curled in a writing chair in the Hamptons…then do it. Create it! Do anything you have to do to get ‘er done. Work your ass off. Love with your whole heart. Appreciate where you came from and where you are…and where you are going. You want to write, then sit your butt down and start. Just start. You want a better life or a better body or a better outlook…just start. 


You see, a better life isn’t just bestowed to a select few. It isn’t just for those that you read about or those that worked hard when they were younger or those that had a better vision many years ago. It is those who WENT FOR IT. They got off their butts and made small changes that became habits that got them moving forward. 


I just read about the Dells. I often read about people and then become obsessed with them. My friends can tell you that about me. I hyper focus on someone. I focus so much on them that I almost stalk them (virtually). I find out as much about them as I possibly can to try to ‘figure them out’. I always need to find their WHY. So the Dells are not the Kardashians or the Besos. They live quietly and abundantly. Until last week when they donated $6.2 billion dollars to a cause they believe in. Click search the Dells. Click search the children. Click search the start up of the company. Click search the vision. Started in a garage with $1000. Started with a dream. Now, hello Dell computers. AHHHHH I love that crap! I loveeeee to hear and read and watch this. 


Why not me? I am not talking about creating a new infastructure. I am just sitting on my couch in an old robe, writing a crappy resolutions list. I am writing with a semi warm cup of coffee after having to throw out the last one since a tiny bug crawled in to it (win for the day was seeing it before the sip). 


What won’t be on my resolution list is family. My heart isn’t interested in padding a ‘to do’ list with things that should be automatic. My heart is reserved for the stuff that truly matters; the people who matter. My family doesn’t need a line item or a yearly reminder; they sit at the summit of my life, unshakable and untouchable. They’re the reason behind every choice, every late night, every early morning. They fill in all the cracks life leaves behind and light up every corner I walk into. They’re not a task to complete; they’re the whole point.


I can happily say that each year I get ‘better’. I am always a better version of the one I leave behing in the year prior. Some of my growth looks like giant movements and some are itsy bitsy tiny steps up a carefully placed (and often wobbly) ladder. But, hey, it’s still growth. Sometimes if all you can do is inch your way through life, then inch your way through life. If one carefully placed step is all you can do some days, then place that foot down and move. It doesn’t have to look grandious. It doesn’t have to be earth shattering. It doesn’t have to be noticed by anyone but yourself sometimes. 


Writing is a hobby of mine. I am adding it to my resolution list. I am going to write every Monday (and more if time allows)…what I am writing will gently unfold itself. What are your goals in 2026? Are they big or simply tiny steps to a better life?