Checking in, day 120.
Caught a bug last week and have been bed ridden for what feels like an eternity. Today, I finally felt okay enough to move about without feeling like a zombie.
The time in bed has left me with too much time in my head. Left to wonder all of the what ifs and whys.
I miss my old life. This new life is surreal to me.
I talk alot less, i express alot less. My face hasn’t hurt from smiling in so long.
I can’t help but wonder if this is just going to be it from now on?
Being the best person I’ve ever been seems like it would be alot more fun with my best friend/partner in my life.
No matter what I do. I always miss you.
Some therapists say “maybe its better off this way.”
But I beg to differ.
No matter how much I grow, it’s hard not tying her to everything. 120 days sober means 130 days without her. I never wanted to exist in a world where that would be a reality, yet here I am.
Therapy says this is the death of a loved one, a grieving of overwhelming proportions.
I am sober.
I am alive.
I am okay.
But I’m not okay.
One of the last things she wished upon me was lonliness. Said I needed to be alone.
I don’t understand this.
Especially when she always cried how she never wanted me to leave her alone.
She knew what lonliness was and didnt want it.
Why would she wish it upon me?
I may not be the happiest today, but its 120 days since my failed attempted suicide.
I am going to celebrate my life, my sobriety.
Even if I do feel a bit dead inside.
I am grateful for being alive.
I am thankful for another day on this planet.
These past 5 years, I was so happy just knowing I’d found my one and had finally gotten mines.
But, that doesnt seem to be the way it is.
So, when the fuck do I get mines?
I don’t want anyone else.
I’d rather be alone.
I miss all of it, but with anyone else it wouldn’t feel the same and even the thought feels like a gut churning betrayal.
I would rather be alone.
You were supposed to be mines.
I thought I had mines.
Sometimes, I want to hate you and curse you in my head.
But I can’t even do that, I love you too much.
So, alone I shall remain.
Picking up the pieces til I’m no longer broken.
And then I can just exist and exist and exist.
Even with total clarity and being entirely awoken, there just seems like there are some things that I’ll never understand.
You were initially the cherry on top.
And then I grew to love you and become you.
You, entwined with my heart and with my soul.
And now you’re gone, with an abrupt pause.
I’m fractured and putting together a whole which is no longer whole.
A prison in thee, a cage that I would never flee
A sigh to me, which will no longer be.
A cry to me, newly broken and free.
The prison in freedom, this last woe that is me.
Being sick and forced to be stuck in my head fucking sucked.
I can’t wait to run again and breathe and just feel alive.
I hope everyone is doing much better than I have been.