This past weekend was harder than most. It did, however, bring about the thought:
“Losing all of these people in my life over the last year would be so much easier to grieve and recover from if they had died.”
I don’t mean that maliciously. I simply mean that death has never really been hard for me to get over. I can rationalize the death and the absence. Sure, I miss them, but I know that there was an “ending”.
Losing 6 people in one year, friendship, relationships, etc… and all of them having moved on without a care in the world as to the void they left me with, has taken a horrible toll. Every single day I cry. I rarely cry. I’m not a crier. For me to admit that I have done nothing but cry for over 2 months is embarrassing and ridiculous.
My favorite holiday is this week (Independence Day/July 4th) and I’ve sworn off any and all celebrating because even when it’s a good year, I cry during the fireworks (patriotism, family, and fireworks move me in amazing ways). I can’t watch them this year and be involved in events because it takes me back to some point over the last 5 years. Honestly, if I looked back, he made every effort to ruin that day for me either by starting an argument or giving me attitude because I wanted to go and enjoy the holiday amongst friends and family and his idea of fun was sitting at home and drinking the day away while he obsessed over some piece of meat on his fancy smoker. Or .. getting drunk in front of my family and making a fool of himself.
I really want to jump a week so that I can avoid all of this. I really want to go a day without crying. I really just want to be happy again. I know I’m the only one that can make that happen but I’m stuck in a cycle of negative talk in my head (that I’m trying to fix) and constant reminders of what was and what was lost.
I want to burn everything, sell everything, and leave everything on a daily basis. None of this will help except maybe leaving and starting a new life somewhere. What good is that if I’m miserable when I get there?!!!
I am supposed to find out, today, whether I get to move for my job and while wallowing over the weekend I made a decision that no matter what.. I’m moving out of Ohio ASAP. There is nothing left for me here. I can always come back and visit.. I just can’t be here. I’ve lived here my whole life and hated most of it. I will either be moving to the mountains of Denver or maybe the beaches of southern Florida or Georgia (although each are staunch conservative states and I’m so far off the radar …not sure these are good places for me either). Denver seems like the more reasonable route, but… we’ll see. Should know in about an hour.
I almost wonder if a funeral isn’t a viable idea. Build each of them their own little caskets of memories and either bury them or burn them. Formally say goodbye and maybe my brain can remap the loss as a permanent death, instead of death by absence of sight. I have to do something. Soon. I’ve wasted too much time on this and I just want to move to a happier place. Figuratively and literally.