Tuesday, 6 August 2013
Don't Ask, Don't Tell
Please don't ask me how I feel. If I answer that question honestly I will make you feel bad and that will make it worse. My body is becoming a toxic soup - and surely you can see, as I see, in my eyes...this slow decline...this shutting down. I could tell you I feel fine - and I honestly do try to say it out loud. But you know and I know it is not the truth. And if I say I feel a little better today - that would only be to help you avoid feeling something you don't want to face right now. I need to be able to tell you I am not okay - not for your sympathy, but for the sweet release of not pushing myself to try to keep up with a semblance of normal right now...allowing myself to be where I am and not to stumble through a routine I can't keep up with. How do I feel? I feel like sorting through my clothes and getting rid of everything except the very few things that make me comfortable. Ditto the shoes, the many purses, anything that resembles a life I am not living. How do I feel? I feel hot and feverish and I am losing feeling in my toes...my stomach feels like acid all the time and I wake up with a taste like the sour metal of a gun in my mouth - a taste that does not leave me. How do I feel? I feel like saying nothing but I am sorry and I love you...it is all that really seems necessary. How do I feel? I feel like throwing away anything that would remind you of me, any trace that I was here and crawling under the sheet with my books around me on the bed and staying there. I am sore and sad and scared and anything but at peace. I am jammed full of places to go and no way to get there. I am - to borrow from Marian Engel - as sharp as a bed of nails an Indian swami would lie down on. How do I feel? I am remembering everything that ever happened and seeing it spoil before my eyes - that it was too much or never enough. Like someone has stopped the music and there is no chair left for me to rest. How do I feel? Afraid to send this into the universe and afraid not to. So how do I really feel? Okay - but more importantly, how are you?
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Dearest Little girl, I am glad that you are able to say how you really feel. Of course I am so very sad and ache for you, but as you know it's hard for me to say the right thing. I wish that I could really reassure you that it is going to be so much better at the end. It will be a light at the end of your tunnel. I love you much more than I can say and I only wish I could comfort you more in some way. LOL Mom
ReplyDeleteI think you know me well enough to know that writing it down releases it...so it is my way of moving forward. Love you...
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