I have held them at bay for weeks and months, but this last week they loudly rattled their cages, where they were being held captive. I was barely holding myself together. I even went to a couple of art shows, thinking it would lift my spirits and I would be able to keep them at bay.
However, I woke up Saturday from a dream that I can’t even remember and cried. The person I wanted to text/call is no longer an opinion for more reason than I can count. The others depend on me to be happy, bubbly, and positive. The demons had broken free and whispered, “See, you have no one, you are alone.”
All those words that had been shouted at me over the last few months true or not, didn’t matter to the demons. The words are fuel for them, whispers that come from nowhere.
You’re not a good mother
Even your own child hates you
You are a failure
No one will ever love you
You are not worth their time
You are not good enough
You were only a sexual objective
Your pussy is the only thing men want
No one really cares
You will always a secret
Most of the time I use satire to get through any of my fears, insecurities, or self-doubt. I’m the one with the quick wit. I’m outspoken, confident, and usually self-assured but sometimes life’s just too heavy even for me. Even though I am willing to carry the burdens of another; I don’t want to be a burden. Many times, I accept the blame that is not solely mine to carry.
For years, I wanted the approval from others so I would wear a different mask to accommodate to them. One day, I looked in the mirror, I didn’t even recognize myself and it was that moment I knew my life had to change.
I faced some of my demons through that process of self-discovery. However, there are still some that sit deep within my physic.
The logical part of my brain and screamed at me loudly, “get up and fold the laundry. It is just sitting.”
“Paint or clean, get out of bed!” Logic screams.
The tears would pour out and I couldn’t stop them.
The demon mutters “No one will ever understand your pain because it’s stupid. You deserve to suffer.”.
I would even yell at myself to stop crying and feeling ridiculous because I couldn’t make it stop.
It was around 1pm on Sunday, and I was on the countdown, the kids would be home and I would have to pull myself together. I folded laundry, did some laundry. By 3 I finally got dressed and left my bedroom to clean, but continued to cry. The rain had stopped and it was dry enough to dig in the dirt and choked down the tears. I couldn’t let them out anymore. I needed to put the demons back into their cages or release them into the atmosphere.
I had to be the mom, who has it all together. I didn’t want them to know I had fallen apart. I didn’t want anyone to know that I was sad, that I listened to my demons. I especially DIDN’T want anyone to think I was suicidal. I was hurting from not just one thing, but a culmination of several and I needed to live there for a little while.
This is the longest amount of time I have ever given into my demons and/or my emotions and I don’t fully understand these moments. It was a series of several events that create this physical and emotional break. Perhaps through this flood I have given it to the universe and released all the bullshit we tell ourselves.
I’m still not a 100%, but I will get there one moment at a time.