everyone tells me how i'm doing so great. "you're doing so great!" they say. "i can't believe how composed you are!" they tell me "i can't believe how calm you seem!" or "i'm so impressed you're at work!"
and then i roll my eyes and think about how the hours would stretch out before me endlessly if i chose to stay home. how it would be the worst form of torture to be in my apartment alone with nothing but the thoughts and questions of "how the fuck did this happen?" swirling in my head, and all the memories of 9+ years with The Bolshevik Who Shall Not Be Named haunting me. so yeah, i'll be at work. it's the only stable thing i have. what else would i do?
my beloved mother once told me about a time when she hurt her knee and her doctor told her she had to walk with a cane. not because she actually needed a cane, but to signal to everyone else that she was having a physical issue and that they needed to respond accordingly, treat her with extra special care.
i live my life without canes.
you will never see me cry. you will never see me break down hysterically wailing with sorrow. you will never see me huddled in a corner clasping onto a bottle of booze while listening to portishead. you will never see the girl behind the curtain. i will hide this from you at all costs.
i am out in the fresh air enjoying a hike? |
the other day i went on a hike with two friends. it was beautiful and picturesque and i cried to myself when they weren't looking. and afterward we had a luxurious multi-course lunch at a seaside restaurant with wine and i even ate dessert. and they took photos and said it was the best day ever. "BDE!" they said. and as i finished a glass of port and looked out at the rocky islands out in the ocean i thought to myself that by any normal standard this really was the best day ever. but for me it was actually just an exercise in distraction. it was just something for me to do until it was time to do the next thing and then the next thing until i finally get to take a sleeping pill and go to bed.
so outwardly i am doing great. just fucking great. i do all the "right" things, just like i'm supposed to. i am eating healthy (now that i can keep food down) and i am exercising every day and i go to work and i obsessively schedule activities for every waking moment outside of work so i never have to be alone with my own thoughts. and then eventually i tucker myself out until it's a reasonable hour and i finally get to go to bed and it can all be over for a while. rinse. repeat.
until one of these day when i can actually enjoy things again.
Yup, you are coasting right now. And that is OK. In a month you may feel some gears starting to kick in, but for now, keep coasting.
ReplyDeleteit's okay to have a cane too. and publicly cry, vomit, piss, poop. okay maybe not poop. but it's okay to be vulnerable and be open to having friends help you, they want to. i think your posting all of this tremendously personal stuff is maybe that. but what the heck, this is coming from a gal who loves portishead and booze (not necessarily together though).
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