2am Questions

What if we could cut all ties with the morning light? Just so we have a little more time to appreciate what we leave behind in the dark each time the sun rises. What would it be like to know that the night could last forever, just for a moment? Maybe then we’d greet darkness as an old friend, and embrace the loneliness it brings. But secrets in the dark are always felt with such heartache, will echoes of comfort even suffice?

How long must we fall before we are able to climb? How long must we be forsaken wonderers following our own paths to nowhere before we find the way home? Will we be able to beat the clouds as they come rolling in or just let the rain win? Maybe walking in the downpour will allow us to feel something other than forgotten or broken.

What would it be like to sit in the sun as it rises, look at the world and never have to think; Am I enough? To bask in its warmth without any feeling of regret or woe. Allowing it to fill every inch of you, consume you in ways you never thought possible, and find the happiness that everyone swears exists, but yet you still haven’t been able to find.

Why does any glimpse of happiness always seem to come at a cost? Finding the smallest speck of light during a dusky night can bring the glint of hope you so desperately need, only for you to feel like you’re head’s above the water but you still cant even breathe. How far on your way to learning how to swim will you be before you feel the weight of the current drag you under again?

Do we take the road less travelled or keep coasting on autopilot? Would either road lead to where our hearts are anyway? Or are they buried so deep that nobody could ever find them or claim them? Are we protecting our hearts from heartache or just denying ourselves of any future possibility of the happiness we’re all trying to find?

Answers on a postcard

A Letter To You

Hey. Its been a while. I’ve found myself thinking about you a lot recently, now that all I have is nothing but time to think. You always used to steal my thoughts in the depths of night, but these days I feel you around me even when the sun is shining. I hear your laugh in the trees as they dance in the breeze, I sense you around every corner. You’ve visited me in my dreams a lot lately, you must sense I’ve needed you. You were always so good at that, better than anyone else I’ve ever met. And as much as I adore seeing your smile once again, its always so bittersweet to wake up.

Sometimes I like to pretend that you’re still here. That I’m just a couple hundred miles away and you’re excelling at life as we always planned. You have a garden, and a dog and I could easily just drop by to see you. We’d drink copious amounts of tea and catch up on each other’s crazy lives. You’d ramble on about your job and how badly you want to quit because we’d both know you should be running your own business, and I’d tell you all about the amazing places around the world my work has taken me. It’s been five years now. That’s one thousand, eight hundred and twenty-six days without you. And it still doesn’t get any easier.

I used to think that the grief of losing you would eat away at me until there was nothing left, but I was wrong. Grief isnt the darkness that haunts me, grief is really just, love. Its all the love I wish I could give, but cannot. All the unspent love gathers in the corners of my eyes, the lump in my throat and in the hollow part of my chest. Grief is just love, but with nowhere to go. You learn to cope with it, you find new places and ways to share that love, but it never really goes away.

I hope to keep dreaming of you. I hope to keep seeing you when i need you the most. To see your comforting smile and to hear some form of your voice. Sometimes I wonder if it would be easier to stay there with you, in a world where you never left, a world where nothing hurts like losing you does.

In other dreams, if you see the person I used to be, can you tell her that I’d like to find her? If you find the shell that’s left of me, can you spare her a little kindness and guide her through to you? I’ve tried everything and anything but between the madness and the apathy, nothing seems to work quite like it should.

Love and miss you as always x

Triggers

Triggers. They’re everywhere right? A song, a word, a certain phrase. They’re unavoidable. You could be having a great day, the sun is shinning, no traffic on your way to work, and you have your favourite meal deal combo for lunch. Then someone makes an ill-mannered joke and your whole vibe changes. Its not their fault right? Is it your fault? Psychiatrists and counsellors alike would tell you and work hard to get you to tell yourself that of course it isn’t your fault, you did nothing wrong. So why do you feel as if you’ve just been kicked in the stomach? Or you feel your throat closing up as if someone still has their hands wrapped around it. You find yourself clearing your throat and focusing so hard on breathing to stop yourself from crying. The moment passes but its still in your head, still on your mind. That memory or feeling that you worked hard to suppress, now poking its ugly little head again, and all you’re thinking about is how hard you worked to suppress it in the first place, and now all it’s taken is 10 seconds to bring it back again. One thing you should remember is;

It’s ok. It’s ok to feel like that. It’s ok to have a little cry if you need to. You’re not weak or defenceless.

People will always make jokes, they’ll always tell that story they think is funny but makes everyone else in the room squirm. These people are the lucky ones who have never had to experience life they way you or I may have. They’ve never had to deal with those traumas or life changing events, because if they did, they would know better. But these people are also the weaker ones. You and I, we’re stronger because of these experiences, and they’ve shaped us to be who we are today. We’ve been to rock bottom, and it might have been the worst time of our lives but the fact that you’re reading this means you got up. You might be there right now, you might’ve been there for a while, and I know it’ll take some time for you to feel like you again. But you will. You’re not hopeless, though you have been broken and feel like your innocence has been stolen. But you’ll start to see colours again, and every day the world will look just that little bit brighter.

Coping mechanisms are important. They’re what’s going to help you when you get that overwhelming feeling of anxiety or panic. Maybe it’s talking to someone you trust, or someone that has a calming effect, maybe its focusing your mind on something in particular. Writing in a journal can be extremely beneficial, so can colouring. Focusing your mind on an easy task, something that maybe brought you a lot of joy during your childhood because it’s so satisfying and carefree. Find your own little way and stick to it, you’ll soon find an easier way of doing it and find it helps every time.

Unfortunately we cant stop people making jokes. We cant stop an image or a scene from a tv programme, we cant stop someone else’s conversation you might overhear. But we can learn to cope with the consequence it brings. We can learn to face it and take it in our stride, and we can absolutely learn to stand up for what’s right when someone does make that squirmy joke. Always remember there is never a need to do any of it on your own. Keep you head and spirits high, and remember, even Superwoman sometimes needed Catwoman to give her a helping hand.

Advice to Former Self

James Fray once said that loss of control is always the source of fear, but it’s also however always the source of change. Change can be scary, the thought of something not being the same ever again? That’s enough to scare anyone. But losing control doesn’t have to be scary, it doesn’t have to be the thing you fear. It can be exciting and exhilarating. Control is what you make it, so don’t let it define you.

Its okay to lose yourself from time to time, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. Those who love you are not fooled by the mistakes you’ve made, or by the blurry image you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you’re broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you feel lost and confused. Not everyone finds their purpose in life at the same time, some find it as a teenager whilst others don’t feel right until they’re well into adult life. Just because you haven’t found your purpose yet doesn’t mean you don’t have one. Be patient, it will come.

Smile every day. Even if it feels like your whole world is falling apart, smile. Do something that makes you smile, because you’ll easily forget how to. Run to the top of the mountain, bake to your heart’s content, do the stupid thing. Just make sure you smile.

Tell someone you love them. Allow yourself to fall in love. You might get your heart broken and it might be terrible, but maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll find your person and it will be incredible. You’ll look at them as if they are the sun, and you’ll want to be in their light for the rest of yours. The only way a heart can mend is by falling in love again, so don’t hold back, don’t protect yourself from heartache that might not even happen. Don’t rob yourself of happiness.

You can’t control life. It comes tumbling at you at 100mph and there’s nothing you can do to stop it, so try to enjoy the ride. Just because something didn’t go the way you wanted it to, doesn’t mean you failed. No one can take away from you the fact that you gave everything in that moment, it just wasn’t meant to be. Go back to the drawing board and try again. Take the fear of disappointment and let it ignite the fire deep inside you, be your own source of change.

Your heart will be broken. You will feel pain and grief and regret but there is nothing you can do about it. Know that you’re allowed to feel this way, embrace it and learn from it. The people you care most about in the world will be taken from you, and life will beat you to your knees if you let it. Have your moment, cry all the tears you need, scream and shout and be as angry as you possibly can at the world. But then get up. Always, always get up. Even if you feel like you cant face the world that day, always get up, dressed and go sit outside. Let your heart heal, don’t force it. Be patient.

I don’t think I’ve ever met a strong person with an easy past. Our experiences in life shape us to be our own person, and as much as you would like to, you cannot control that. Just make sure you keep a little fire burning. No matter how small or how hidden, keep it ignited. And remember, the most tragic backstories and broken hearts belong to superheroes.