But sometimes, hell, it's hard. Feelings of despondancy blindside you. This morning I awoke from a dream in which I was reaching for my father, to give him a hardy clap on the back, and he kept dodging me, staring me down with his cold, penetrating stare. I wonder why he won't write to me, eat with me, visit me, etc. I mean, I know, but I still wonder.
I wonder too, sometimes. It amazes me how blindsided I can get. Sometimes, I'm just so happy to be where I am now, free, young, at school, able to do whatever I want to do with my life... but on certain days that seems to boil down to a few impossible desires. Have my mom call me up out of the blue, to ask how I am doing, not just to discuss "business". Get a letter from my best friend who hasn't said a word to me in a year and a half. Be able to actually talk with my family without having them retreat into...
But that, alas, remains wishful thinking. What I would also like would be to not feel as if I am somehow treading on thin emotional ice: as if everything is going well and then something external happens - a bad day in lab, perhaps, or waking up too early from an unsettling dream - and suddenly the gaping pit is back, returned from the days when I was digging into my religion and my life and felt as if I had dug through too far and fallen out into the sky.
It's much better now, of course. The worst that can happen has just about all happened, and I am well on my way to rediscovering who I am and want to me. But... it takes a long time, this recovery process, which I realize better sometimes than others. And it's frustrating to sometimes feel like I'm playing emotional catch-up with other people my age, that I've got 13 years that I have to sort through, somehow. But then those good days, yeah... that's when I realize how lucky I am. How lucky we all are. Even if we don't always feel like it.
-T.
"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people simply exist." - Oscar Wilde