Let Me Spell It Out for You

Two of my friends who read my last post each sent me private messages, the gist of which in both cases was, "w..w..wha???"

And here I thought I was being pretty clear.  Yes, I can be coy if I need to be, or want to be, but in this case I was telling you how I felt about things.

To explain further, let me give you a timeline of my life in recent years:

* May 5, 2008: Father dies
* May 6, 2008: Descent into the abyss
* May 6, 2008 - ca. July 1, 2012: In the abyss.  Pretty damned abysmal.
* July 1, 2012: Beginning of ascent from the abyss
* August 20, 2012: Reasonably content for the first time in over four years

When you're depressed, it changes on a pretty fundamental level the way you think about things. A depression that's initiated by the death of a loved one can be especially deep and dark. General feelings of sadness are enhanced by a very present grief that acts like a black hole: it swallows everything, even light, and vomits inky black nothingness back at you. It darkens your relationships, especially your closest ones. It turns you into an apathetic, uncaring, paranoid shitbag of a person who pushes away everyone who loves you.

And it feeds upon itself.  Time doesn't heal it - it deepens it.  And soon you become so familiar with being alone, with dark thoughts racing in your head and robbing you of sleep, that you sort of welcome it, like a well-worn yet comfortable pair of shoes. Because whatever else it is, it's yours, and it's not going to die on you, or stop loving you.

It becomes part of you, for good or bad. And it became part of me for a long time.

But I think I can make it now; the pain is gone.  All of the bad feelings have disappeared (see what I did there?). I feel like I've climbed out of the hole. And all the shit that was upon me, and colored the road ahead, now seems to be behind me.

Am I the same man I was before?  Well, no, not exactly.  The death of a parent, especially one who was well-loved, is a trauma that changes you forever - ask anyone to whom it has happened. But neither am I any longer paralyzed by grief, or longing, or loneliness, or a feeling of being abandoned.

And since this blog stands as such a potent symbol of that time in my life, I feel like it's time to step away for a while.  It's not really a difficult decision; my blog posts were either pathetic shoe-gazing melancholic rambles about how the whole world is sticking it to me, or pathetic, forced attempts at humor that only occasionally succeeded.

So I'm turning away from it for a while; maybe forever, but who knows.  Life is calling me for the first time in a long time, and I can't wait to see what awaits me out there.

Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind.  Look all around: There's nothing but blue sky.

Josie and Lightning (sitting in a tree) know how to get a hold of me if any of you wish to do so.  I'll miss you all. I'll never forget any of you, and I wish nothing but good things for all of you.

In closing, let me quote Gustav Flaubert: Tout s'en va, tout passe, l'eau coule, et le coeur oublie. Everything goes away, everything passes, the water flows, and the heart forgets.

This Might Not Be Goodbye, but It's Definitely So Long

I can see clearly now, the rain has gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It's gonna be a bright, bright sun-shining day
It's gonna be a bright, bright sun-shining day

I think I can make it now, the pain has gone
All of the bad feelings have disappeared
Here is that rainbow I've been praying for
It's gonna be a bright, bright sun-shining day

Look all around, there's nothing but blue sky
Look straight ahead, nothing but blue sky

I can see clearly now, the rain has gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone're the dark clouds that had me blind
It's gonna be a bright, bright sun-shining day

Mars Curiosity Lands Successfully on Mars

     
“Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checked by failure...than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.”

-Theodore Roosevelt

Still Alive

You say you will love me if I have to go
You'll be thinking of me; somehow I will know

Someday, when I'm lonely, wishing you weren't so far away
Then I will remember things we said today.

-Lennon/McCartney