|Waiting to board the plane for our first holiday together in May 2012. Dan was so excited, like a big kid. He made every day so fun. I really miss that.|
Saturday, October 25, 2014
A Dangerous Indulgence
I’ve been waking up in the morning and finding myself just laying there, staring at his pillow and resting my arm on his side of the bed, knowing I’d be hugging him if he were still there.
I’ve been feeling that urge to call or text him throughout the day with the tid bits of information about what I’m up to that would be mundane to most other people in my life but fascinating to him. I’ve been clenching my fist as I walk through the city to work, wishing he was beside me and I could tighten my grip around the comfort of his hand in mine.
At night our house has felt quieter than usual. The emptiness has been bigger. When I look at the photos of him scattered all around our home, I’m less able to smile at the beautiful memories we shared and instead have found my thoughts wandering towards his depression. Imagining what dark whispers might have been lurking in the corners of his mind, tormenting him.
I’ve been day dreaming about what life would be like if he were still here. This is always dangerous territory for me; it’s an indulgence that I don’t often dare allow myself. To start with it’s such a sweet sensation. When I let go and imagine the life we could be living, it fills me with warmth and love. We had a very fun, kind and playful relationship. Dan would make even the most mundane and boring chores a delight.
When I think about how dramatically different my life would be if he were still here (and his depression had magically never existed), how I’d be spending these lonely nights, the adventures we’d be getting up to on our weekends, the face of the child we could be raising, with Dan’s bright blue eyes and round cheeks - well it’s so wonderful that it’s almost unbearable. Because when I come crashing back down to reality and this dream is replaced with the severity of my new life. It’s nothing less than torture.
I’m overwhelmed with how unfair this world is. Everything around me seems so bleak and inadequate. Trying to look for positives or find things to be grateful for is just impossible – all I want is Dan.
I want the life we should be living together and I want my innocence back and I don’t understand a world where this could be taken from me. I don’t understand why such horrible things can happen to good people. I miss him. And I’m so sick of these words because they just feel so inadequate to explain how deeply I ache for him.
I understand my grief well enough now, that when this low sets in, I instinctively go in to self-preservation mode. I pull back, tread lightly, and reach out to my support network when I can. I remind myself that I'm stronger than I know. This agony will lift again. I know Dan would be so proud of me for surviving without him. I just wish I didn't have to. I wish he was still here. I wish I didn't know this pain - I wish no one did. Death sucks.