I must preface with, I am so relieved that the children are with my parents right now. I can't imagine how I could do this, all that I must do, while still managing a semblance of who they need me to be.
I have had space to fall apart.
I have come to my knees and I have I bowed my head to the floor to cry.
I stayed in a heap on the floor until the shaking stopped.
I have succumbed to fear.
I have withered away, physically and mentally.
I have had space to realign the crookedness I feel inside and to disjoint myself again with thoughts, forward thinking and fears while I fumble toward the life I asked for.
I miss them but if they came back tomorrow, it would be too soon. I am not whole yet.
I still feel as if I am in pieces--an array of pieces that do not even look as if they will ever fit together and so what the fuck do I do now?
The only thing I can do--the only certainty I have counted on the last two weeks.
I cry. I break-down. I smile again and walk with air under my feet. I hope and I dream. I fear and I shake and I tremble and I write this at this moment with a knot in my throat because the rawness is palpable and I have yet to find space to breathe.
When will I breathe again?
When will I feel healed?
When will it not hurt so much that I will be able to eat a meal without feeling as if the pain of my existence has already filled the space where the food should go?
I have days when I force the food into my mouth and I gag as I swallow because I have no hunger--no lust.
Just fear.
Just raw fucking fear--the kind that swallows your breath before you gasp for it. The kind that sends your children away when they just might be the only anchor you have.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Breaking up and breaking open
Posted by Tina at 10:38 PM
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