Wednesday, April 19, 2017
I don't always have words for it.
But April is the cruelest of months... in so very many ways.
It was already tugging at my, like the rip tide, threatening to take me deep, tire me out and drown me.
Then I heard that a classmate from college had died.
Like so many things in my life, it was the domino that I could not hold upright.
The intricate balancing act toppled and there went all the dominoes in a long, elaborate cascade snaking around me, threatening to throw more than my emotions out of balance.
In my experience, this has meant spending lots of time trying not to think about the raging grief looking for an outlet.
In my current experience it means a lot of crying, and a fair amount of physical pain that I carry mostly in my neck and shoulders. If I could give in to the crying as much as I needed to release it, perhaps I could stave off the pain. Then again, I am not sure if I could manage any work. As luck would have it, I have the most crazy work schedule for the next two weeks.
The universe loves me. Or at least the universe loves to toy with me.
Actually the universe has bigger fish to fry, but it helps to have somewhere to point the accusing finger.
To be honest, it has also meant a lot of irrational eating... this is all complicated by the fact that I finally got that horrible cold/flu thing that everyone else had months ago... and my sense of taste is seriously compromised. So I eat to try to contain the raging grief and it tastes like cardboard, so I eat something else, and the cycle continues.
Sometimes, it is like being in the hospital on death watch, feeling like eating would only prolong the suffering. And so I don't eat until the stomach demands something. I think -- ah, at least the stomach can demand. When we were in the hospital I am pretty sure I went at least five days without eating anything at all. Someone finally realized I wasn't eating and brought me a protein shake.
Thank goodness for friends. I certainly would be lost without them.
And, actually, I came here to write about friends, and hiding, and trusting and vulnerability.
I often don't tell anyone how I feel. I hold it. I deal with it. I power through whatever it is.
I may seriously maim myself in the getting through, but I will rarely ask for help.
I have so many wonderful friends, it is ridiculous that I don't ask for help.
Then again I frequently reach out to the friends who, for reasons of their own, do not know how to respond.
It like a reverse secret power -- to agonize about needing help and then reach out to just the person you know will not know how to respond thus creating the negative feedback loop ... shouldn't reach out, it will only make it worse.
Well... today, I reached out... and I probably chose the people least prepared or equipped to handle my raw emotions. But they each did their best to respond... whether or not there are truly appropriate responses has yet to be determined.
The upshot is getting it off my plate was actually just what I needed.
Problems are not solved... but load is lightened. And any bit of weight removed is greatly appreciated.
And some hiding in my apartment where I don't have to explain myself.