The last week has been amazing in so many ways. Things are falling into place. F and I are working together really well. Our bi-weekly finance discussion went so smoothly this week that we ended up thanking each other for working as a team and cooperating so well. We laughed about things our crazy kids did. I offered to do some things for him, he for me. It was so….functional.
My job is gearing down for the summer. This is awesome, because it has been, at times, rather insane, with long days and intense work stresses. I love my job, but even a job I love gets overwhelming with pressure sometimes. I also had a great weekend with so many friends around me that love me.
So everything is shiny and beautiful and perfect, right?
I’ve been really down the last couple of days. This is completely unlike me. I’m normally a super positive person. I usually have to focus on something super sad to even cry when I want to. (Unless I’m angry, I can cry very easily when pissed off). Yesterday, for unknown reasons, my date ghosted and I ended up alone in the evening. This isn’t that big of a deal. I like being alone with myself. I’m great company for myself. But the overwhelming sadness just wasn’t going away. I asked A to go out for a drink, but he was busy. This isn’t surprising, he’s always busy these days, and I’m trying to be cognizant of exactly how much I’m asking of him, which in recent weeks has been more than he can give because I haven’t been coping with life that well. I know that sometimes I need to find my support elsewhere, and working out exactly what I need to do to get what I need and, truthfully, even recognizing what I need, is a challenge.
So, since I was utterly alone last night, I headed into our gorgeous river valley to
feed the mosquitoes go for a walk. I decided I was going to focus on the super sad things that have happened in my life in the last 5 months, to see which one was the one that was trying to make itself known. I had 2 grandparents die. My dad was diagnosed with cancer. My sister attacked me unfairly in a family text conversation and we haven’t talked since. D broke up with me via email. I asked F for a separation and we have had near endless conflict for about 9 months. I figured if I was sad, I probably had one or more of these things still to deal with. What this meant is that I was completely overrun with despair. I walked and walked and stifled tears the whole way. I was feeling dejected and unloved and unwanted and weak and overwhelmingly hurt. I can’t explain how bad I felt, I haven’t ever felt the way I did last night. I got back to my car, sat in the driver’s seat and cried. Full on sobbing, ugly tears, break-down cried. It hurt in my heart and my stomach and my head. I cried for probably a good 20 minutes until F texted me to ask me if I was coming home soon because he wanted to get to W’s house. I figured if I sat there much longer, someone would call the cops because they would be concerned for my safety, thinking I was about to jump in the river or something. So, I drove home with tears in my eyes, just hoping I could hold it together while I said goodbye to F so that I didn’t have to explain to him that I was broken but didn’t know why.
Well, that didn’t work. I walked in and he immediately asked me if I was OK. I said I didn’t want to talk about it and stood their crying silently as he talked about the day he and the kids had. He looked up and realized what was happening and stopped talking and offered me a hug. I declined and he asked if I was sure. I took the hug. It was the first proper hug he’s given me since early February. It wasn’t what I needed, but it helped. It got me out in the yard to do some work before I went to bed and helped redirect me.
I was chatting with X and K during the evening as they both asked how I was doing and I was honest. X said he had been thinking that he wondered how I did it all, and he concluded that I am Wonder Woman. K said that he didn’t know how I held up as long as I did and that I’m superhero strong and a real lioness. In my weakest moment, two people who I care about deeply said something about me being so strong. I felt so vulnerable and so broken. I cried even more then, but it helped to realize that people who actually know me see me as a strong person, and that it was OK that I was sad.
I think what happened, or what is happening, is that life has calmed down. I’m no longer running on adrenaline, putting metaphorical fires out, bouncing from one stressful life event to the next. I don’t have constant conflict in my life. I’m not busy like I was a couple months ago. I’ve had sufficient, and even abundant, down-time lately. Dealing with the stresses in my life, on top of parenting my children, maintaining my career, boyfriends, friendships, and family obligations has been overwhelming the past months, and I was just operating on autopilot, because I didn’t have the luxury of taking time to process. I think my subconscious decided that now that I have time, it was OK for me to feel all the feelings. All those feelings came out all at once last night. I broke.
This is all OK. Actually normal. Of course I couldn’t hold it all together. Who could?
My friend, the one who came for my birthday, when I posted about my crying in a group we are in together with four of our mutual friends, said: “ It’s normal to feel some sadness. While there are some great things happening in your life, there is also some not so great things happening in your life. Sometimes it’s great to have a good cry.”
Rock reforms with the pressure of water. Water carves canyons and creates beautiful creations simply by running over it. I’m hoping that’s what my tears are doing, helping me reform and create something beautiful.