“Rise Again” — Quarantine, Family, and Reflection

Four months… I haven’t posted anything on this blog for four months. Did you miss me?

I don’t know about you, but life has been pretty crazy since January. Long story short, I’ve had a lot of reasons (excuses) not to write.

However, I plan to remedy that now. But first, you should listen to this song: “Rise Again” by Tyrone Wells. I’ve added the lyrics to the end of this post.

Why this song?

“I can feel the ghost from my past still haunt me…”

Great question.

I have pretty much been listening to “Rise Again” on repeat for the last month. Some days it’s the only song I listen to. I’ve even added it to my Jess’s Anthems playlist.

Quarantine is difficult. Working from home is difficult. Teaching my own children while teaching my 90 seventh graders is difficult. I even broke down on the phone to the sales lady who was trying to help me sign up for WiFi.

Additionally, my cousin Coral moved in with us from Virginia. She’s an amazing, strong woman who is working on moving across the country all the way to California!

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My amazing cousin Coral and me!

With family, however, come the memories. Hard memories. Memories that are best left in the past, but are brought to the front and allow me time to reflect on who I am and who I want to be.

Without getting into anything too deep, there are a lot of old wounds from my past regarding family. Many of them have healed or have begun to heal, but they are still there. They still become “voices in my head saying they don’t want me.”

Rising again…

“But something in my soul tells me I’m not done yet…”

Why does any of this matter? You were talking about a song…

Why not? Is there ever a song that speaks to you, that replays over and over either in your mind or through your speakers?

Over the years, there have been so many songs that I play over and over again. I’m not kidding… on repeat… all day every day… for weeks… months…

Those songs help me cope when life is crazy, and life is pretty crazy right now. Music is a great way to rise up again, to enjoy life and everything in it.

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A rose from my rose bush out front.

What better time to let music lead us than during quarantine? Maybe it’s time to enjoy the ones we live with, the nature around us, and the music within us. Maybe it’s time for my writing to rise again. Maybe.

Comments

How are you coping through COVID-19? Is there any song you’re listening to over and over again? Share your struggles and triumphs with me in the comments.

Lyrics

I can feel the ghost from my past still haunt me
Voices in my head saying they don’t want me
But I won’t let the demons in the dark define me
I’m not caving in, I get up again

‘Cause we can’t walk until we crawl
We can’t run unless we fall
Did you know that we were born to fly

And you’re gonna watch me rise again
You’re gonna watch me rise again, yeah
You can keep knocking me down but
I don’t belong on the ground, no
Out of the ashes and fire
I’m gonna keep climbing higher
Rise again

Waking up wondering if I can even do this
Some days I feel more like giving up if I’m honest
But something in my soul tells me I’m not done yet
So I’m not caving in, I get up, I get up, I get up and…

Rise again
And you’re gonna watch me rise again, yeah
You can keep knocking me down but
I don’t belong on the ground, no
Out of the ashes and fire
I’m gonna keep climbing higher
Rise again

‘Cause we can’t walk until we crawl
We can’t run unless we fall
Did you know that we were born to fly

And you’re gonna watch me rise again
You’re gonna watch me rise again, yeah
You can keep knocking me down but
I don’t belong on the ground, no
Out of the ashes and fire
I’m gonna keep climbing higher
Rise again

3 thoughts on ““Rise Again” — Quarantine, Family, and Reflection

  1. What you have written is so true and powerful. We are going through hard times, and that can bounce off all the hurts we have suffered in the past and bring those memories back in their intensity. I know how that feels. But all this will end, and someday, if we are lucky, we will be old and remembering how we not only survived, but thrived.

    You are a survivor, Jess. Believe it. I know one when I see one.

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