I am in very poor physical condition. Today is the first day in the last two weeks I have been well enough to leave the house. Today is the first day in one month that I have successfully held down solid food. I’m actually rather happy because I am starting to feel better… but it’s not been a good time, and unless I find the root cause I will likely relapse.
I also have an incredibly painful sore in my mouth that made it impossible for me to open my mouth yesterday… it still hurts, but at least I can talk now. It hurts to smile. And when I went out in public today it bothered me that I couldn’t smile at people. I didn’t realize how much I valued the ability to show warmth to complete strangers.
Something about being so ill certainly makes me appreciate my health.
I’m not unhappy, per se… I’m on the verge of finding new meaning. I have an extraordinary love and I didn’t realize until today how much I still hold back due to the fear of loss. Love is this once-in-a-lifetime gift, if you’re lucky, and I’ve been living these last several months with a heart closed out of fear. Now I’ve always known I do this with other people, but I didn’t think it would ever apply to him.
I didn’t realize it until today, when I saw a movie about a man who loved without reservation, and I remembered the love I have in front of me. I’ve been his love for almost seven years. We have a great relationship, it’s not even fair to say I took him for granted. It’s just that I’ve been through many difficult things and for some reason it’s easier for me to post about them on the Dope than sit down next to him and tell him how scared I am, and cry. I hide myself from him so much… if I’m feeling ugly I leave the room so he doesn’t have to look at me. If I’m feeling sad I write it down on the internet so he doesn’t have to see it. Even after all these years there is still a part of me that has held back out of fear. And I have a very difficult relationship to emotions. Very hard for me to accept them, particularly the negative ones. Loss of your feelings is a loss of control.
To go even deeper, I hide myself from myself. I think about stuff all the time but I don’t let myself feel it. And lately I just feel and feel and feel. I want to stop feeling but I can’t. It’s like the Universe is sending me some kind of signal. I can’t hold back the flood.
And why should I? I keep telling myself emotions and by extension emotional people are undesirable. But this is who I am. I am a person who feels both great sadness and great love. The line between myself and others has always felt very thin. I have always been this person. Deep in my heart I am an open book, but I stuff everything down because I tell myself nobody loves an open book. I am a person who will take on others’ pain and share mine, that’s what real in life to me–I fucking hate bullshitting. But I’ve become just another bullshit artist, chatting idly about the weather and denying my true nature in hopes that people will love me. If I could just be positive and cheerful and wise and intelligent and competent and responsible enough, people will love me.
But something just broke today. I can’t be happy with my heart closed, holding back. I’m not me that way. I have an incredible relationship, the sort little kids lie awake in bed dreaming about. I have this relationship and it’s real and I was stupid enough to try to hide myself in the midst of it.
That a movie would teach me this about myself is amazing to me.