I have been destroyed. This weekend was horrific. The only positive thing is that I think I’ve hit bottom. I like to think of myself as a strong person, but I’m weak, I’m tired, I’m overwhelmed, I’m destroyed. I keep reminding myself of that saying, “Only to the extent that we expose ourselves to annihilation over and over, can we find that within us that is indestructible.” I’ll get through this eventually, but right now I’m barely keeping it together.
This weekend J came home. He is on a work assignment in a different state. I was too exhausted to put energy into finding a place to stay for the weekend, plus it is my home too. I didn’t leave. So we were there for the weekend from Friday through Sunday. It was hard. It was confusing. Saturday I went out with some friends. I’ve come to realize that I simply don’t need to have a drink at all during this period of time. I thought a few drinks couldn’t hurt. Boy was I wrong.
Soon, everything started just welling up in me. I excused myself from my friends and told them I was tired and going home. I went to my car and just broke down. In an effort to get out of there, I was able to drive my car a whopping 30 feet to a parking lot across the street and proceeded to fall apart. I was so destroyed. I couldn’t drive. All I wanted to do was to run my car into a median or a large pole in an effort to end my life. I was stuck in downtown, crying and completely losing it. I didn’t know what to do, so I called the suicide hotline. Which, by the way, was not helpful at all!
The lady told me to stop crying. Asked why I was upset. I told her. She said, “well, if you’re the one who wanted the divorce, why are you crying?” I hung up on her. Eventually I got enough of my shit together to start making the drive home, although I shouldn’t have been driving in my state. I wasn’t drunk, I was simply at the beginning of a nervous breakdown. I was completely disoriented.
I made it home with great difficulty. Started what seemed like an endless walk to my home (where J was). I could barely get myself to walk, much less climb stairs. I had to take breaks on the way up to the 3rd floor. It wasn’t pretty. Sobbing, shoes and purse clung to my chest like a doll. When I got into the apartment, J was on the couch. I continued to just lose it. Wailing. That is what I was doing. Wailing. My soul was so ripped apart, there was nothing to do but give in. It was horrific. It was terrifying.
He hugged me and held me while I collapsed on the floor. Eventually I told him I needed to get into the shower–I find it soothing to be in a shower when I feel really terrible. I got in the shower, but it didn’t provide me with the relief I needed. I got a razor blade from my bathroom drawer. I was in so much pain and distress and it wouldn’t subside. I was so done. I wanted it to end.
I started to try. To let my lifeblood run free. I pushed the razor against my skin. It hurt. I wanted to do it so bad. To get it over with. I kept trying, kept not being able to press hard enough. J came in and took it from me. He got in the shower and simply held me while I cried and broke down further. He got me out of the shower and put me in bed. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t do anything. Eventually even the tears wouldn’t come. He stayed with me all night. I’m glad he was there.
Sunday was difficult. Waking up and feeling completely empty, foggy. I play on a soccer league and in a wind ensemble. And I had practices for both on Sunday. I went to soccer practice, but J is on my team. He was there. I was physically ill. I left early, but he walked me to my car. He had to go back to his work assignment, so we said goodbye at the car. He tried to kiss me. He told me to let him kiss me. He started telling me that he wanted me to tell him there was hope for us. I was dumbfounded. After all that had transpired in 24 hours he thought it was a good idea to ask me for more (earlier in the day, he told me that “sex makes you feel better”–I think he was joking, but I wasn’t really in the mood). I proceeded to break down again, got in my car and left.
My girlfriend B came over and we went to dinner. I’m so grateful for her. She has been my savior through this. I told her everything. It is so hard to reach out to others when you are suffering so horribly b/c you don’t want to burden them and you are ashamed of the things going through your mind. I lover her so much. I also emailed a bit with C on Sunday. He is so accepting of me in my most horrible form. I’m blessed to have two people who truly love and care for me no matter what. I wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world. My family loves me, but they aren’t helping me. My mom is trying. She’s amazing, but I haven’t talked to my dad in weeks. My brother doesn’t really know how to help, but he checks in with me from time to time.
This morning is a little better. I’m working, so that helps me move forward. I know it will be difficult when I’m back home and I can let my guard down, but I need to let myself feel the pain and to work through the pain. I’ve taken a leave of absence from my soccer league and the band that I play with. I cannot deal with any additional responsibility right now. I just need to focus on getting healthy and refocused.
Be kind to one another.