Almost four years ago, I began this blog to address the feelings of being drowned out and erased by motherhood. It was purely a selfish stab in the darkness.
Hello? Hello? Anybody out there?
Depression’s seed had already sprouted inside, but it would take a year or so before I began to recognize it. By then, the twisting thorny pain had wound itself through every cell, infecting all functions and clouding my vision with inky black lies.
Devouring. Suffocating. Obliterating.
I could not see.
I could not breathe.
I could not move.
This blog became the home for the words I didn’t dare say out loud, my refuge in the darkness. I could type silently the pain and anger I wished would go away, release some of the pressure, and reach my quiet hand up for someone to see.
Some of you read the words and nodded in solidarity, my sisters and brothers of shadow.
Some of you read the words and tossed me tendrils of hope, which I desperately clung to with both hands.
With every word typed and every tear cried, I’ve been ripping and untangling the dense thicket of torment and suffering I’d surrendered to.
Now, with only a few coils still attached, I’m feeling exposed and naked.
I’m free, but lost.
Seen, but scared.
I have no idea what to do next.
Depression became my identity, filling the emptiness up with dark and giving me plenty of lies to ponder and pain to feel. It became my voice; it spoke through me, providing a plethora of excuses to hide behind and inside.
Hello darkness, my old friend/I’ve come to talk with you again
I want to shed the deceitful sense of purpose depression gave me and embrace something new. I long to find the true voice inside me, the one buried by all the layers of bullshit I’ve let define me for so long.
I feel wobbly in this new space and unsure how to proceed.
So, I come here again, to this space of words and ideas. I come with eyes wide open, my heart engaged and my mind clear.
Do you see me? Will you accept this version? Will I?
Our country is so filled with division, misinformation and lies right now. We have joined the rest of the world, in a global sense of unease and unrest. There are so many things happening, so fast, it would be easier to retreat back into my self-pitying hole of depression and hunker down.
But this is the time for action.
The time to declare a new purpose and to find a new voice.
A time to say, I’m still here.
We are still here.
Now what are we going to do?