I told myself (which is Kay speak for “my therapist told me”) to start focusing on just feeling my emotions and identifying them, but leaving it there.
…Except I’m going into a career field where I’m constantly training my brain to deconstruct emotions and find solutions. I may be emotional to the point of over the top sometimes, but something happened over these past years that created a schism between emotional, empathetic, nurturing me, and that painfully introverted and anxious, distant observer in my own life.
I’ve talked about this to death; that fight between me, myself, and I. It isn’t always the same topic, but it’s always a battle of heart and mind, dreams and reality. Possible, or impossible.
The impossible happened, though.
It did, didn’t it? Sure, my pain is still pretty rough and I will never be totally fine. Being able to say that my body was trying it’s best to kill me before I could begin to find myself and make my mark in the world is too painfully accurate, but that one game-changing word comes along; “almost”. I always thought it was an ugly word. It meant failure. So close, but not enough. “Almost there” seemed to mean swimming the globe. Truly, I hated it.
I was almost robbed of my entire future. I have almost lost people, and lost people to “almost”. I lost years of my own life, of healthy, normal years, because my body was always “almost” failing. Now, I can say it’s in the past, that “almost” never came to fruition, which is a blessing nearly impossible to comprehend still, but does that take away the grief of all the things that did die? The moments and minutes and hours and years and memories taken away or never given in the first place? The time lost, the people lost, the relationships lost, the parts of myself. Lost.
How long is this dance going to last? Sure, “almost” is beginning to transform into a positive thing. I’m almost ready to re-enter the workforce. I’m almost at a point where I can say I am a successful writer and blogger. I’m ready to start taking on challenges that I would have shied away from before because I didn’t dare hope for the chance to finish. Seeing “almost” backlit by hope is new, and terrifying.
Then again, you could say the same about everything in life. Terrifying until you shift to look at it with hope.
I can’t get back what was lost. I can’t say with perfect confidence that everything is going to be okay. I can hope, though.
That’s pretty new. And pretty neat.