Fear is a funny thing, the way it messes with the human brain, the way it changes how we respond so quickly. Fear keeps people quite, but it simultaneously drives people to fight. It sparks a reaction, it lights a fire, to breathes motivation because eventually, we all get to a point where fear is no longer enough to drive the silence; where the tolerance for being silent any longer is less bearable than whatever consequence brings. Safety, on the other hand, is equally as intriguing. Safety and peace often bring a sense of uncertainty, of ‘calm before the storm’ of ‘there has to be something I’ve missed’ mentality in those who have learnt that safety does not exist or that it is not consistent. Safety is also incredibly hard to define for people who are used to living in chaos, in panic, and addicted to adrenaline.
My last draft entry here was in June 2021. It’s been nearly over two years since I even logged in here. My last line I wrote was, “I need to let go. So what am I grieving?”
Now, two years on, I can look back and I can tell you I was grieving things in my life I hadn’t yet left. Things, that I had thought would be different. I was ultimately grieving the life I desperately wanted, desperately thought I would have… but that wasn’t my reality. I was grieving optimism. I was also learning to let go of stress, of living in a world where chaos ensued. I was learning to speak up for myself again, to take my voice back.
I wonder how far I’ve really come in that?
Parenting has been a hard journey. Separating a marriage was a hard and still is a hard journey. Co-parenting is a hard journey.
But the hardest part about it has been finding myself again. I didn’t know how lost I was, how far from myself I was, how often the words circled in my head and how often I shut them down that they just stopped coming. I couldn’t write, for years, I was frozen with fear that what I would say would have some sort of repercussion, or that what I had to say wasn’t worth anything to anyone.
I would ask myself often, but who cares! You’re writing for you!
But I could never get past the ‘but you can’t say that’ that would scream in my mind so loudly I couldn’t hear any of the other words. I could barely understand what was going on in my mind let alone how to say it. I’d never not known what to say, I’d always had that under control.
Two years on from that point and I’m not sure I have learnt to say it. I still can’t articulate what I want to say at least 50 per cent of the time, I still can’t write without over thinking each word I put to paper, and I still am frozen often in my own need for validation and adrenaline that I forget how far I have come. I forget to grieve and I forget to acknowledge what fear does to the human body.
I call this my soft era, my quiet era, my wait and see era. It’s my way of assuring myself that I have not lost my fight or my will or my passion. I’m just taking a moment, a well deserved moment, to put the weapons down and breathe in. To take the hiking boots off after a long day on the mountains and feel the freedom through my toes. I lost myself and that’s not something you get back through fighting, that’s something you get back through listening.
This era is the moment I let my body finally rest. I let it soak in the beautiful human who lies beside me each night and his healing presence in my life. I let the cuddles with my child soak in and fill the gaps in my soul. I let the innocent and curious questions from my step child’s mind flow into curious conversation. I let my skin soak in the sunshine and my ears soak in the sounds of nature as the snowboard scrapes the snow, as the wind punishes the trees, and as the quiet hum of the road lulls me to sleep each night. I am taking this era to learn how to hear my inner voice again, not the one of religious fear that tends to rear its head now and then, but the quiet soft and intuitive voice that sparks my curiosity, that cautions my motives, and that leads me toward decisions that bring peace.
Here I have learnt to set boundaries, to give people their own time and pace to find healing, to walk away from friendships that just don’t fit anymore, to seek out new friendships that nurture, to put down hobbies that don’t align with what brings me joy anymore. Here I have also learnt to let sadness sit with happiness and to grieve while celebrating. I have felt the stark contrast between what I have now and the pain that I didn’t have this earlier. I have learnt to let the pain and the anger come and go without leaving bitterness in their wake.
It’s not ok bad things happened. It’s not ok people weren’t safe. It’s not ok that people’s wounds caused suffering for me. But, I am ok.
Healing is not linear. There are some days I feel further behind than I was two years ago. There are days I do not cope. There are days the scars feel raw. There are days where my wounds hurt others. But I am healing. I am making progress, even if it’s not a straight line. I am doing well now.
I have learnt two conflicting truths can exist, that you can be hurt and you can be happy. You can be healing, and also be angry. You can make mistakes, and still be a good person. You can not be ok, and still also be ok.
The darkness I once felt seems like a million miles away now. The peace I feel in its place often sits uncomfortably. I am not used to her, she is new for me. I am still coming to terms with being myself, with accepting who I am and the way I function. But I am so very grateful to have found people that make that journey smoother because they’re miles a head of me in accepting who I am. I love that. I am thankful for that. I am grateful I was open enough to find that.
Authenticity is my highest value.
I’m still coming to terms with what that looks like and how to listen to her. But I have come this far, I am excited to see how much further I go.