Facing this new configuration of my life, I am obligated to walk over and in the shards of what used to be the wholeness of my former life.
I've lost everything that I thought I could not afford to live or exist in the world. I have to promote this new me, I have to find ways to get myself aware of my truth, no mirrors to hide under the lies that won't help me.
I am sadder than I have ever thought I could be, angrier than my emotions can create on their own.
my foundation has been blasted from underneath my feet, I am not off-balance, I am falling down and into a chasm no less!
I know that death is the constant companion of life, it has a symbiotic existence, maybe like the leaves that fall from the trees, we simply make way for new growth of life to have space. However, the emotions that are attached to the process are felt in ways that have resonance. Unlike the leaves I've seen on the ground, it appears that we as sentient life forms are acutely aware of the losses that take place.
I was asked by a close relative recently, (before the recent death of my wife) if I would come with him to meet another woman who is interested in me. I turned him down rather vigorously!
He asked me if I was OK, I told him no, I have a negative mental health condition. This scared the hell out of him! He thought I was telling him that I was dangerously insane! As usual, he went where most people go when they even hear the words, "mental condition".
PTSD, Severe depressive disorder, severe anxiety disorder. I hate the word "disorder", it has a life of its own in the minds of outsiders who don't think they too can have a mental health illness or injury.
Maybe that's what the intolerance and stigmas are about, their fear of that possibility.
I'm not finished with this.
But I wonder if anyone else has any thoughts about this subject?