Lessons

15 or so years ago, an event happened that left me numb. Long story short, someone I cared about deeply hurt me, and the morning after it happened, I came home from work, cried so hard that I literally pulled muscles in my chest, and went to sleep.

After that day, I was numb. I iced over. Shields went up, feelings were repressed and put in little boxes, shoved into the back of the brain attic and left to fester. No joking, I did not cry again until over a decade later, when my cat (Eddie) died in front of me. I didn’t even allow myself to fully feel that, as I plowed through a 6 pack of hard cider to stop it.

Last night, I sat in my darkened bedroom, listening to music, tears streaming down my face. My repressed feelings have filled all the boxes. The attic has overflowed, spilling out into the stairwell and the rest of the house, and a mouse has chewed a wire, causing a spark. The house is in flames, and the boxes are burning away, releasing their contents.

I post little song lyrics. Music videos. Little quotes from movies the resonated with me at that moment, screaming in to the void social media…like a surfer too tired to paddle back to shore, hoping a passing ship will throw him a life saver…

But the void doesn’t respond. The void clicks “like” occasionally, but sits silent and looming.

As I sat crying last night, trying to stifle it because A: I don’t WANT to feel this way. I don’t want to hurt like this and B: my “room mate” (future ex-wife) was in the room on the other side of a door, I pondered how simple it would be to not feel this way. How a 5.7 mm piece of lead, projected from the muzzle of a .22 caliber hand gun, is all it would take to stop feeling this way…the tears streamed silently.

Don’t worry, as bleak as that paragraph was, I would not do it. Ever. I would not rob the people I care about, who care about me, of me. It is not something I would, or could, ever do, but that doesn’t mean I don’t ponder it sometimes. Who hasn’t? Hell, today as I watched the sun rise over a frozen pond, the thought of walking out onto the ice that was clearly too thin to support me, crossed my mind. Slipping into the cold, murky depths…into silent oblivion, seemed almost comforting. Obviously I didn’t. I am here, typing this, sharing my darkest feelings, once again, on social media. Casting out the bait, time and time again, hoping for a nibble.

Also, I have therapy again Wednesday, and will be talking about all of this, so…there is that.

But in all this thought, all this feeling and pain…deep down in the quagmire…I realized something. Regardless of all the hurt, pain, fear, etc, and beyond the source of it all…deep in the darkest, dankest regions of my heart and soul…is love. Forgiveness, compassion and love. I am not, at my core…a hateful or spiteful person. It takes so much energy to hate, and to feel angry. It comes to many so easily, and too many pour a vast amount of their inner power and worth into such endeavors…but my tank isn’t even running on fumes. It is running on molecules…and is not designed for hate.

I am a being of love, forgiveness and compassion…and that is okay.

In the end, everything will be okay. I have lived through all my worst days until this point, and I will continue to do so…

Hopefully, in that time, I can make more discoveries like the one I made last night, as I cried myself to sleep…

Remember, there is more to life than paying bills and dying…

And also,

I love you.

-Luke

2 thoughts on “Lessons”

  1. I too have felt that way. It’s a raw hurt that goes deep. But the love I have for friends and family get me through this. You need to allow yourself to open back up. Find beauty in the world around you. Which you do, as you take care of little creepy crawlers. My grandma tells me “This too will pass.” You’ve done a great thing started the group. Keep it up. You’re making a positive difference.

  2. You will always be my best friend, and in many ways, a person I would like to model myself after. Having known you for coming on three decades, the one constant thing I have always admired about you is your ability to keep your head. I’ve never seen you panicked, or angry. Not like most people anyway. I love that about you. Your inability to be stirred to rage. I can’t fix anything. I can’t take the pain away. But I can sit beside you while you figure it out. I love you too.

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