{"id":160,"date":"2011-07-04T18:46:04","date_gmt":"2011-07-04T18:46:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/notafraidofyourpain.com\/blog\/?p=160"},"modified":"2011-07-06T00:17:32","modified_gmt":"2011-07-06T00:17:32","slug":"dear-depression-grief-and-sorrow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/notafraidofyourpain.com\/blog\/?p=160","title":{"rendered":"Dear depression, grief and sorrow:"},"content":{"rendered":"
*orginally written June 4th 2011 updated with additions:<\/em><\/h6>\n

I’m not sorry that I finally had to kick you out of my life.\u00a0 Mostly because you almost ruined it.\u00a0 I thought I was going to be OK after I came to terms with Jason’s death, I foolishly thought that the minute that happened that life would magically fall back into place for me once again.<\/p>\n

I’m smart, I’m strong and countless other things.\u00a0 Yet you held me in captivity for far, far too long.\u00a0 It wasn’t bad enough that fate decided that my friends life should be snuffed out far too soon, wasn’t bad enough that living conditions in my home got to the point that they were UN-bearable, that I live in a province that winter seems to live on far past it’s expectancy, that three more people that I knew had to take it upon themselves to play God and cut their lives too soon.\u00a0 No matter what I did, you were always there.\u00a0 Hanging around and turning me from a bright and vibrant person into something so dark that I couldn’t stand myself anymore.<\/p>\n

So much to the point that I was sitting there with a proverbial noose around my neck, waiting for the courage to kick that stool out from underneath me and just end it all.\u00a0 The others did, why not I?\u00a0 I had a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that life\/fate\/the universe\/God or some other spiritual being had dealt out so many lousy avenues in my life and yet somehow I got up, got out of bed and made it through the day.\u00a0 I was still alive, however I had ceased to actually live<\/em>.<\/p>\n

It’s so easy to say to someone that there’s help out there.\u00a0 Because there IS.\u00a0 That however takes effort<\/em>.\u00a0 Far too much effort for some.\u00a0 You’re left to wonder if you’ll ever truly live again, if your life will ever be the same.\u00a0 Except it never is, life as you know it ceases to be the same ever again.<\/p>\n

Updated: July 5th 2011<\/em><\/h6>\n

It’s hard to accept that you life will never be the same again… \u00a0Yet, you want it to be. \u00a0Desperately\u00a0so, you think to yourself that if you stick it out just one more day; you’re going to make it. \u00a0Some things are just far greater then you can ever begin to imagine. \u00a0In spite of all that you have managed to overcome thus far in life, it’s no match for this.<\/p>\n

At least for me.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Faking it becomes your new full time job, one that you don’t want and certainly didn’t ask for. \u00a0You think that people buy into it, yet somehow you know deep down inside that they don’t. \u00a0In reality you’re hurting them as much if not more then you’re hurting yourself. \u00a0I lived this way for far, far too long. \u00a0I was dead inside\u00a0emotionally, I had lost my ability to care, to cry, and several other things. \u00a0I hated myself, hated what I was doing to myself and others and yet I felt hopeless and helpless (in spite of the fact that they are not\u00a0mutually\u00a0exclusive) <\/em>until one day you get so fed up with being this way that you can’t take it anymore. \u00a0Something happens, something that’s in reality quite trivial in hindsight and you completely loose it on someone who doesn’t deserve it. \u00a0Therein almost totally destroying a relationship that you have with that person.<\/p>\n

3 days later, you have the opportunity to see that person face to face and that’s when you fall apart. \u00a0Even though in your mind your trying to convince yourself not to cry, thinking to\u00a0yourself\u00a0I haven’t been able to cry for months<\/em>\u00a0and all of a sudden you Can’t. Stop. Crying. \u00a0<\/strong>It’s in that moment that you hit rock bottom so hard that you have road rash on your ass for the next month. \u00a0Who knew that you would hit rock bottom wearing a fuzzy bathrobe, sporting bed head, standing in a puddle from the snow on the other person’s feet, crying all over them saying that you’re sorry again and again because you are. \u00a0Sorry that you hurt that person for too long, sorry that you waited too damn long to get yourself the help that you damn well knew that you needed and waited far too long to get.<\/p>\n

Everything happens for a reason and I believe that what happened was supposed to happen. \u00a0In fact, that random incident on March 2nd 2011 quite likely saved my life. \u00a0Which sounds ridiculous perhaps, however it made *me*<\/strong>aware that I couldn’t do this anymore. \u00a0I had become a prisoner in my own mind and I needed to get the hell out of that prison. \u00a0So I did. \u00a0On March 5th, the day I hit rock bottom I had an\u00a0epiphany<\/a>\u00a0of sorts. \u00a0I was recalling a conversation with said person that we had about 12 step programs and how there’s one for pretty much everything. \u00a0That’s when the serenity prayer crept into my head:<\/p>\n

” \u00a0God grant me the serenity\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>
\nto accept the things I cannot change;\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>
\ncourage to change the things I can;<\/strong><\/em>
\nand wisdom to know the difference.”<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Then it all made sense to me. \u00a0It all seemed so painfully easy and simple; let\u00a0go\u00a0of what I can’t change for the past is that,\u00a0UN-changeable. \u00a0However you can learn from those past experiences and move onto something better. \u00a0There’s something wonderful about letting go and chasing down your demons. \u00a0I made a promise to myself at that moment to get help, and I had to look pretty hard to find something that would cater to my needs and my budget. \u00a0Which was frustrating, I didn’t however give up and thought I had found something that would work. \u00a0There was no harm in trying, I had nothing to loose at this point.<\/p>\n

The next day I grew a pair and made the call. \u00a0That was hard, reaching out sucks. \u00a0Especially when that person is a virtual stranger to you. \u00a0However, the great thing about strangers is that they don’t know you from a hole in the ground so they don’t say all the cliche things to try and fix you, they just want to help you because you’re putting forth the effort to help yourself. \u00a0The next day, Monday, was it. \u00a0I had a really hard time walking through that door. \u00a0Even a harder time walking down those stairs and into that room.<\/p>\n

But I did. \u00a0<\/em>\u00a0And it was wonderful!<\/em><\/p>\n

There was something strangely freeing having someone ask you what brought you there and having the balls to say \u00a0“I’m broken, please help me so I can be whole again.” \u00a0<\/em>and not feeling like a freak. \u00a0It was in fact a\u00a0relief. \u00a0I did it. \u00a0Not because I felt that I had<\/em> to, because I wanted<\/strong> to. \u00a0Which made all the difference in the world. \u00a0Later that night, I was privy to a conversation dealing with grief when someone had asked: “How do you pick up the pieces and move on?” I waited for someone to answer because I didn’t feel that *I* personally knew what it was and the person who responded kept it simple, all they said was:”You don’t. \u00a0You start over.”<\/p>\n

Which made So. Much. Sense. \u00a0<\/em>
\nSo I did exactly that.<\/em><\/p>\n

I kicked all the toxic people out of my life that were doing nothing but weighing me down. \u00a0It was a shame to have to break up with some of my friends but they weren’t good for me and I feel better not having them in my life and having no contact with them since then. \u00a0I moved out of the hell hole I once called home, discarded all the things that didn’t matter and managed to hang onto the job and the people I loved. \u00a0People who loved me in return and made me feel grateful that I was still alive to see it,\u00a0acknowledged\u00a0it and be a part of it.<\/p>\n

It’s been a long, hard, tedious road. \u00a0I’ve been in recovery for 121 days, and every single one of them has been nothing short of extrodinary. \u00a0Far from perfect, however I have yet to return to that dark place and in truth I hope that I won’t ever encounter it again. \u00a0Technically as far as my depression goes, most would consider me cured since I do not suffer from a chemical imbalance, I was the unfortunate victim in too many circumstances. \u00a0Depression after all,\u00a0isn’t<\/strong>\u00a0a sign of weakness; it’s a sign that you’ve been too strong for too damn long.<\/p>\n

Most importantly, I have an amazing life. \u00a0A life where I wake up happy to be alive, a life where I no longer take anything for granted, a life where I choose NOT to be taken for granted any longer, a life where I live by my own rules. \u00a0Yes it’s selfish, I am not however hurting anyone by doing so, especially myself and that’s what counts the most.<\/p>\n

I gave grief the finger a long time ago, said good bye to sorrow and as for you depression I only have one thing to say to you:<\/p>\n

Fuck you! I took my life back.<\/h2>\n

-Steph<\/p>\n

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