Healing.June 9, 2011 at 2:42 pm | Posted in Crazy Talk (aka: Therapy) | 12 Comments
Yesterday, my therapist said this.
I keep getting the idea from you that in order for you to feel okay with where you are in your life, there would be no negative emotions. And I don’t think that’s how it really works.
Holy crap, she’s right.
One night this past winter, when I was trapped in The Dark Place, I told J that I thought I was emotionally stunted.
Because I didn’t know what to DO with all the Bad Stuff.
I had NO idea how to deal with emotion.
I mean, shit. I didn’t allow myself to grieve at my cousin’s wake and funeral because I felt like my pain paled in comparison to my aunt and uncle and cousins. I mean, I didn’t lose my sister or daughter, so who was I to feel grief?
And then I buried her suicide in a corner of my mind. If I didn’t think about it, it didn’t exist.
And when THAT wasn’t enough, I spent the next 17 years trying to MAKE UP for the fact that I felt like I owned a piece of her death.
Not the most healthy way to handle things, I expect.
I’m fairly certain this all stems from the fact that I escaped my imperfect home life, which was fraught with tension and anger and battles, by writing my stories.
Which were pages and pages of what I WANTED from my life – idyllic love, marriage, kids. Happiness, where my heroine (aka: me) never wanted for anything.
No heartbreak, no pain.
So over time, I suppose I just expected that REAL happiness was where I didn’t feel ANY of the bad stuff.
And if I didn’t get to a place where the bad stuff was gone?
I clearly was failing as an adult.
It’s so fucked up.
Because I’m finding now that sadness CAN live alongside happiness. On Saturday, after my run and hanging out with my boys, I went to a party, held a 6 month old baby, chased after my friends’ young kids, and felt GREAT.
And then this week there was babyloss in the ALI world, an online friend who delivered twins at 21w. And I ran in to Pregnant Daycare Mom, who is sporting an adorable baby belly. And just today, my cousin announced that she’s pregnant with her first child and will have to miss the family cruise this coming December.
Yeah, we would have had due dates close together if IVF #5 had worked.
Course, if our Last Chance FET had worked, I’d be DUE next month.
But then, I got up and ran 4 miles this morning. And I can SEE my body changing from those runs; I can feel the softness from the winter being replaced with muscle.
I feel stronger and happier and excited for my marathon and looking forward to the summer with my family, not trying to figure out how we’ll work treatments and vacations.
I’m re-focused on my job right now, finding my own niche with the support of my boss.
It’s a Good Place.
But, you know. If I am being honest, I’m not okay with being done trying yet. I’m sad when I hear pregnancy announcements. I get a pang when I see a tiny newborn.
But oddly, I AM okay with it, too. It makes me HAPPY that we’ve removed the elephant in the room. The uncertainty of whether or not we’ll have a kid again is now replaced with the fact that it’s now likely we WON’T have a kid.
Which sucks. It hurts.
But it’s closure, too.
I’m healing. Slowly by surely.