I’m finally waking up.
This past week has been full of tears.
I’ve received knock backs. This isn’t new. I’ve heard “no” far more often than I’ve heard “yes”.
Despite this, I’ve been unusually teary.
I’ve become accustomed to shutting down my emotions this past year.
My close friend and favourite artist Ty passed away from Coronavirus last year.
On top of that, my ex-wife landed a great job abroad last year and wanted to move with to Dubai with my daughter to pursue this opportunity. I signed the consent forms for my daughter to move to Dubai.
It wasn’t easy, but it was the right thing to do. Anyways….
I’ve repressed my feelings about both of these seismic changes in my life.
I’ve done it as a survival mechanism.
However, this past week, that’s been changing.
I’ve felt more. Albeit painful shit, tears and even anger.
Last week was May 7th, the one year anniversary of Ty’s transition.
The night before the anniversary I felt anger and rage at some negative developments in my personal life. This particular problem has been ongoing. My partner has felt rage on my behalf, yet up until earlier last week I’ve been repressing my feelings under the guise of stoicism.
But the night of May 6th, the night before Ty’s anniversary, I finally felt rage, hurt, pain, loss and tears.
The next morning before I went out to Lambeth Cemetery and Brixton to celebrate Ty’s life I took a phone call from a friend. For 2 hours we hatted and I let myself cry about losing Ty.
I’ve spent a year fearful of my emotions. It’s stunted me. People would asking how I’m doing. People would ask how I’m coping with my daughter living in another country. I’d like to people.
“I’m ok…..It is what it is….I’m just getting on with it….”
May 7th, I felt a shift. I cried on the phone to my friend about losing Ty.
Then I attended a celebration on Ty’s life and finally expressed my grief in front of other people. I cried without any self restraint. It was cathartic.
I was asked about my daughter and I finally gave an honest answer.
“I’m struggling….I miss her….I don’t know when I’ll see her next.”
I’ve given into my feelings. I’m not trying to resist my sadness and my grief.
This is my 2nd blog post since January. Both posts were written within days of each other over the past week.
My block is lifting. It’s not a coincidence. I’m not hiding from my grief anymore.
I’m lying to other people a little less.
Importantly, I’m lying to myself a little less.
More honesty and less self deception going forward.