“Where have you been? I don’t recognise you lately.”

These words are spoken to me a week or so ago by my Dimmu (Husband), we had just woken up and were chatting about our past few days and how I had been feeling.
Days that to me seemed far away and very very foggy around the edges.
How I feel? I told him how lost and confused I have been feeling, how I can’t even see who I am, how I don’t know who I want to be or even if I knew how to be her if I could be.
But he knew where I was at without me even having to say anything, he just wanted to know how it looked from my side.
He didn’t say it in a malicious way and it didn’t upset me, because, I knew exactly what he meant.
It’s true.
I’m at this loss, I feel like part of me is missing still, even after all this work.  Even after all the pain it feels like I am putting myself through. Even after all I have.
I am still so very lost.
Almost 32 years old and feeling like a puberty stricken teen in the midst of a first crush. Like the world is over all because her crush won’t talk to her. Except this time I’m the crush and the girl all at the same time and theres a big fence stopping us from awkwardly hugging or kissing.
Something is stopping me from reaching the person on the inside.
I haven’t felt like myself for a few months, but recently I felt like I wasn’t present in the moment. In any of the moments.
I was me, but not me, a me that was still a work in progress, a me that wasn’t recognisable to myself, my kids and my husband. My therapist called me and told me that this loss, this confusion is progress, because we are unpacking so much, because we are getting to the core that is me, that “Yes you were sexually abused for a long time, but thats is not all that you are, even though that is your issue to work on in life”.

In that same week my Dimmu had consoled me after I spent my shower uggo crying like a baby on his chest because I was jealous that I don’t have the balls that I assume it takes to end it all.
Because sadly I was feeling envious of those who don’t have to live through life. It feels embarrassing and almost shameful to admit something so selfish and almost inconsiderate to those who have lived through that, or insensitive to those that have actually committed suicide. I didn’t want to die necessarily, I just wanted to take the pain away, like I have said so many times before. Merely suicidal Ideologies.

I climbed out of the shower and watched Dimmu shave while I sat on the toilet in my soggy towel. The tears just kept welling in my eyes and falling off my face one after the other, my heart shattering over and over, my world felt like it was falling to pieces. The hurt is so consuming, that life just feels wasted on me.
The earth shattering numbness mixed with desolation is unbearable. At those points in my depression I genuinely feel incredibly alone.
I am constantly grappling at the pieces of myself that I haven’t even really seen.
These pieces, I am constantly trying to find and smash together like a two year old trying to stick ripped up paper together, these pieces I can barely hold feel like they will never become whole, no matter how much tape or glue I use. Probably because I feel like I still don’t have all the pieces I need.
My Dimmu looks down at me with this look on his face, it isn’t disappointment, it isn’t pain, it’s love and heartbreak.
I am still sitting on the toilet with my wet hair dripping cold droplets down my back when he kneels infront of me. The exhaust fan hums above us and he is still wet from his shower with his towel around his waist. He kisses me ever so gently on the lips and when he pulls away he places his forehead on mine and says “Stay with me okay? Even if you cry all the way to the end, I’ll still be right here when that end comes”.
That moment mere weeks ago still plays on my mind today, it still hurts, I feel guilt, because I put this family through so much that I feel like I don’t deserve such devotion, such love and adoration. I also feel sadness for him because he knew right then, he knows how desperate I am at those points and it is a real possibility that one day I could slip over that line. I don’t know what breaks my heart more, that he loves me enough to endure all that is living with me when I’m like that, or that he knows how much I’m hurting, because he had to say that in the first place.
His love and devotion to me, saves me every day.

He will never fully understand how much that devotion and support means to me, how much he keeps me (partially) sane. He picks up the pieces of me that I can’t and holds them to my body until they fuze back on, he picks them up every time and if I’m not ready to hold them, he keeps them warm for me for when I am ready for them.
No words could ever describe how good having that feels.
No words could ever capture that kind of appreciation for him.

So all I have to do to show him how much that means to me is to stay with him, and it’ll all be okay.

 

 

9 thoughts

  1. It feels so very lonely growing up holding such horrors in. And because it’s not a topic easily talked about, the real person remains mostly hidden inside hence that loneliness.
    Maybe you need a forum more than this blog to speak from so that the real woman pounding to get out from inside can stand tall, powerful and strong, a podium where you can make changes that weren’t there for you but can be there for another little girl. YOU have so much to offer.

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    1. Aw thank you Patricia. I do, kinda. I have A Facebook page Adjust Remembered where I have quite the little community going there, Its been lovely, and somedays it’s the only thing that keeps me sane.
      The loneliness comes from such a hidden place doesn’t it, I find it so overwhelming, and even though I’m really not alone in that, even if I tell myself I’m not alone in that loneliness it still feels it.

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      1. It sure does feel that way.
        My one friend who could relate on that level because she was attacked as a child, died. I need a connection that deep. Not sure where to find it but hopefully I will. I do believe my connections on-line are sustaining to a point, but I need a face to face warm body who I can relate to on that level too.

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  2. Oh that’s so sad 😦
    It’s a hard connection to make. And if you ever wanna chat just pop over to my page and I’ll chat with you anytime 🙂

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  3. Thank you for posting your honest thoughts. Painful and beautiful at the same time, it sounds like you’re really digging deep and that’s awesome, just remember you’ve got this, it hasn’t got you. No woman is an island, even though we’re alone in this world, your self is what you make it.

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  4. I am feeling so jealous right now but also so glad that you had him there with you, to hold you together. Your experience sounds so like mine it could have been me writing it, it tears my heart in two knowing that others have gone through that agony. I was alone in it all a single mummy, i stayed for my son because i couldnt let him learn to live without me. I have come through the worst and thank you for giving hope that there are people out there who stick around ❤

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