I’m grateful for you today, Internet.
Let’s be real, as usual. This week SUCKS. Anniversaries like this suck. Today throughout the next week is one great big anniversary of the worst, most traumatic, life altering, bullshit of an experience I’ve faced and surprisingly, I am allowing the anger (at least today). I thought I’d be so sad, or so lost, or so “emotional,” but really? Seems like I’m just pissed off.
I’m not pissed off because it’s a “why me” or an “I wish it was different” thing, because neither of those is true. I’m just mad. I’m mad at the world for being an asshole, and at humanity for abusing and hurting and killing each other.
I don’t want a lot to do with people these days. Today I feel like I’d rather be alone forever than have to face another human being for the rest of my life. Maybe we all have days like this. Do you?
Mostly, for me, that’s because I can’t be alone OR around anyone without being so raw and real in expressing who I am and what I feel (which has always been true of me), and I get so tired of hearing (lately), “It’s just grief. That’s how grief works. You’re just depressed.” So, I’d rather just be alone.
Grief is not depression, although it can contribute (no doubt). Grief is not an emotion or an experience or a thing to me anymore. In my experience and my heart/soul, it is as if it is a very small yet significant creature, very quiet and very cunning, very swift to come and go but never ending in it’s patterns and in the way it sometimes dances, sometimes just hovers, around me.
Grief has become my friend. It has given me some of the most precious gifts – the experience of true solitude, by choice; the beauty of the truest and deepest tears; the realization that it exists as truly and with as much compassion and love for the loss of our living as for the loss of our dead.
I admire grief. I admire the way it adapts itself for every other creature. I love the way it never compromises. I love how reliable it is, even in it’s unpredictability. I never know what each day of my life with grief will bring, but I know without a doubt that if I am there then it will be there, too, and it will be dressed exactly to the nines for whatever my spirit needs on any given day.
I have learned not to hate it, or to dread it, or to resent it. I have learned not to view it the way society likes to “paint” it. I have learned to accept and to allow my attachment to it as a part of who I am, just as my child and my own spirit are a part of me. My anger today is not at grief, or because of grief.
My anger today is because of my lack of and ever-present inability to control my heart and tears, even when I really need to have a grip on things. My anger is born of exhaustion and from all the dreams I dream when I do sleep, and how those dreams taunt me with the past that was and with the lies of a future that will never exist.
My anger today is of and at myself – for not being more cautious with those people I have chosen to allow in my life. It is of and with my heart – for not giving me a choice sometimes, of who I love and have loved.
My anger today is toward a version of humanity that has no excuse for the way it behaves, for the way it treats itself and it’s planet. It is for the lack of compassion and openness of heart that has caused so much of the pain in my own, because of my own openness… And, maybe part of my anger is in the fact that we are not made to be alone, which is another blog for another day…
Mostly? I just want silence. I just want all the noise to stop…
But, I as I have written above, I am grateful for you today, Internet. I am grateful to have you to escape to, just as often and as easily as I can escape to nature in my back yard, if nowhere more grand. I am grateful for all of you, out there in the land of Internet, who help me to work through the bad shit and back to the good shit, over and over again, whether you know it or not.
I am grateful for those people, even strangers, who take the time to send me messages and emails with encouraging thoughts, even stories of their own experiences and confusion. I am grateful, most of all, for the memes and the quotes that I receive randomly (like today, on a very hard day) that say things like, “If you could see all the beauty that shines through the cracks of your brokenness the way other people do, you’d see that our suffering is not all for naught.”
All the love to all of you today, despite my struggle to smile or appreciate socialization. The stars help, as in the thumbnail above, and each of you are made of that.
See you around…