Lately, I feel as if there are no more words left in the universe to properly describe how I feel. The words and phrases just don't exist, or I've already described them multiple times, or I'm tired of describing them, or it's repetitive and nobody wants to hear about it anymore anyway, or it's just incredibly exhausting to constantly try and explain this grief crap. To explain WHAT THIS IS, and how its just ALWAYS there. Always, always, always.
Even when you think it isn't there anymore, or you think: "Wow. I have done so much progressing!" Or your life feels happy or joyful for awhile, or something new happens or comes upon you and its a nice thing. Still, even then, that thing .... that thing of grief that I no longer know how to describe ... it's there. It's just there, and it always will be.
I suppose that once I learn to just accept the idea that the "grief thing" will always be a part of my life, that my life will be a lot easier to shift through. And honestly, I do accept that I am forever changed by the life and the death of my beautiful husband. How could I not be? It's just that, on some days, in some weeks, during some months, it all just feels like too much to handle. Life just overwhelms me for long periods of time, and I find myself back in that place where I'm just too exhausted to put the effort in. I slog along through the days, not feeling inspired and not feeling much like inspiring anyone else, and it's all I can do to not fall apart. Still. After 5 years. Does that feeling ever go away? Im guessing I already know the answer.
Wednesday, July 13th, was the 5-year mark. I did my usual Pay it Forward for Don campaign, and went out with some good friends that night and toasted to Don's life, to love, and to friendship. It felt nice. But since coming home that night, I have felt very "blah." I have felt very lethargic, very lazy, very much like a hermit who could sit here alone for days and days and days and not really mind. July is killing me. July is my enemy, and its really doing a number on me this time around. I have seen friends. I have gone out here and there. But I have to force myself. Its not helping that I lost my summer teaching job back in May, so Ive been temporarily without work. It's been extremely frustrating, and Im spending most of my days on the computer or out trying to find work. Im scraping by lately, and whenever I barely have enough funds to get through the month, it always makes me feel like I have failed somehow. Like, this is NOT what Don wants for me, to STILL be struggling this way. He wanted so much more for me, and so do I.
I have been toying with the idea of leaving NYC. Staying with my parents in Massachusetts, where I wouldnt have to worry about rent or bills for a few months, and finally finish the book I have been writing for over 3 years now. I wouldnt stay there forever - maybe for 3 or 4 months - and then I would either come back to NYC and start over here, or I would maybe try a different city entirely. Maybe Chicago. Maybe the area of Florida where my husband used to live, where I feel closest to him. Is that crazy? It might be. But I feel crazy lately. I feel like I need something different. Something else. I would be leaving my teaching job if I did this - the one I have had for 16 years. And I would be leaving NYC. And that would be VERY hard. These are big decisions, and right now, they are only in my head. I havent decided anything yet for sure. But my brain is very tired. 5 years of making every single decision , without a life partner to help, is extremely daunting and hard. I wish I could rest. I wish I had the type of life where I wasnt always struggling, and where I could just jump on a plane and take a vacation from my own life. That's what I need. But I dont have that luxury. And so I'm tired. And I no longer have words.
Except to say this: it feels as if I have been defeated. It feels as if, for now anyway, grief has won this battle. Im too tired to fight or put up my fists right now. I just want to sleep, and I dont mean that in a "permanent" way. I just mean it literally. Lately, I just want to sleep and lie in my bed and not do much of anything. It's not a great feeling, but I also know enough about myself and about grief, to know it will pass. Eventually. But until then, I feel beaten up by life and by death, and the defeat is agony.