(Apologies in advance for a post that may be a bit of a ramble as I try to break free of writer’s block!)
So here I am again, years later and still wide awake when most of the “normal” world is sleeping. A vast array of miscellaneous thoughts are dancing thru my brain, all vying for center stage, each with their own dance routines syncing up perfectly to the unique rhythms of their perfectly individualized soundtracks. All the thoughts, beats, melodies, harmonies and rhythms trying to play over each other in my mind are overwhelming my brain, combining into one loud discordant cacophony of sound that is violently triggering my ADHD.
As if that’s what I need right now: to spend time trying to quiet all this noise so I can find the words hanging out in that mess that want to spill onto the blank page in front of me. As if my brain’s struggle with getting words out wasn’t stressing me out enough by itself . As if it isn’t already hard enough trying to force myself to finally string real words together into actual sentences and paragraphs for the first time in years. As if I’m not already putting pressure on myself that, once written, posting them will finally put an end to this plague of writer’s block.
Chances are high that this post will turn out to be a bunch of gobbledygook but at this point I’m just hoping that putting words together will get the juices flowing again, allowing future posts to have better chances of actually rocking a higher level of quality. So for now, I have decided to drown out the cacophony by putting headphones into my ears and turning up the volume on music from an old favorite show. In 2011, when I was first diagnosed with breast cancer, this show was a huge escape to a happy place for me and to this day, it unfailingly remains one of my favorite happy escapes. I have watched and re-watched all 6 seasons more times than I can count and I never get tired of it. Between the good music, the great cast and the incredibly great comedic writing, it always leaves me either singing and dancing, or laughing and smiling whenever an episode ends. And for my sentimental side, the show has plenty of heart. If this show can’t help me silence all of the crazy noise in my head tonight, then probably nothing can. So, fingers crossed!!
What is this secret weapon, you ask? No judging– so many people do. Actually, I’m pretty sure at this point on this planet, everybody is judging everyone for everything. It has become a serious pet peeve for me. Just live and live people!!! (A message that this show definitely was putting out into the world–sometimes with some serious tongue in cheek comedic commentary that was definitely NOT pc!!) I know a whole lot of people that want nothing to do with watching it and I don’t hold that against anyone. You do you. But for me? This show is still pure magic and still leaves me happy from head to toe, heart, mind and soul. My binge watch happy place? Glee.
I have tried to narrow it down to certain characters, certain seasons, certain songs in an attempt to figure out what it is about this show that makes me so happy and I just cannot do it. I love all of the seasons, 99% of the music and almost all of the characters and I have enjoyed almost all of the storylines–even the craziest of them. My heart broke along with the cast when Corey Monteith died, and then again when Naya Rivera died. My heart absorbs all of the emotions of this show like the dry desert sand sucks up water, hanging on for every high, every low and all the loops that this emotional rollercoaster of a show goes thru from the pilot to the finale, every single time I watch. I loved this show before I was diagnosed with breast cancer. There was never any real doubt that this would be a show I would fall in love with because I am a total musical nerd. I have always loved musicals since I was in preschool. This show became even more special to me after I was diagnosed with breast cancer, becoming a sanctuary of sorts, a happy place.
During each of my fights with breast cancer- in 2011, in 2013 and again in 2019- this show was a lifeline, helping me to find light and positivity when fear threatened to overwhelm me and pull me into the darkness. Pretending to be strong when you’re terrified can be exhausting and constant; continual fear can shred even the most positive spirit to jagged pieces. As far as I’m concerned, next to good doctors and good medicine, positivity is one of the most powerful weapons you can have in your arsenal when you are in a battle with cancer, especially a battle with metastatic cancer. A great support system of good friends and family is invaluable but sometimes the desire to be strong for the ones you love can leave you feeling like a deserted island alone in a vast sea. It can feel very lonely, which can affect your ability to stay afloat, to keep from drowning in darkness and despair. Music was my favorite general weapon to fight back against that feeling, but Glee gave me music, humor and heart, as well as characters I cared about.
Glee filled up all of the spaces in my heart, my mind and my soul with happiness, heart, laughter and song, giving me the strength to get back up and wade back into battle with my shield of positivity reinforced once again to full strength. The writers and cast may never know how much of a difference they made to me, to my life, by creating this show but I do. Eleven years later and I’m still here, still fighting. My youngest child, my only daughter, was three in 2011. Now she’s fourteen and she still has her mom to guide her. She still has her mom showing her how to sing and dance and laugh your way thru life, to show her the value, power and impact positivity can have in your life and the lives around you. Glee played a huge part in giving me enough positivity to fight back, allowing me to still be here. They may never know how grateful I am for the gift they gave me but, that, to me, is a gift that is beyond priceless.