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Take Twelve

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This is about the time we begin to ask if she is still alive…

And she is!

And now we ask if she is still sober..

She is!

But is she still sane?

It appears so…

What a happy day! She spent three hours in total driving to and from the unbearably busy mall to get her computer fixed and while it does turn on, there are fuzzy technicoloured lines that remind her of tripping… no matter.

She has spent the past few weeks unpacking, painting and decorating her rooms in her new house. Her mom was kind enough to give her two little rooms to use as a massage room and a bedroom. She’s had fun placing all her nick-hacks and art work on her walls. But thats boring stuff! We don’t care about the day to day, we are curious about her head.

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She woke up— everyday seemed to be the same. Time was dragging on. It seemed like it was taking forever to get things done. Would she ever find a sense of normalcy again? She felt guilty for not going to the gym, for eating poorly and waking up only minutes from noon. She grabbed a bottle of water and went out on the back porch and find her mom rocking in a wicker chair with a cigarette hanging from her mouth. She sat down next to her and lit one up for herself.

“It’s like we’re here decorating someone else’s house and we’re going to go home when its all over,” her mom spoke softly.

“Yeah.”

“Theres just so much to do. The trip down here was so hard. So stressful. Everything is… so stressful.” A tear fell down her face.

“I know. Its a lot. I’m struggling too. I’ve tried not to let it out.” Her mom looked up at her as she said this, cocking her head to side suggesting to tell her more. “Its unpacking all my things… It all comes rushing back. I left it all behind when I came down here earlier to stay with Grandma and Grandpa. Living out of a bag for a month, it was like an escape.. But now its all back. Every little thing reminds me where I’ve been. What I’ve done. How I’ve hurt everyone…” She hesitated and continued, “I found a letter that Daddy wrote to me and hid in one of my travel documents before I left for India. He had so much faith… but so much fear. I could tell. It broke my heart.” She burst into tears. Together they sat crying.

“You know we love you. No matter what, we will always be here for you.”

Her throat knots as she writes this and recollects this moment of weakness. It’s always in the back of her mind but every second of every day she pushes it out. She has learnt to recognize when she is about to slip and quickly resists those feelings. She doesn’t want to break down. She does’t want to fall into depression and get lost in the past. But she remembers it all. The letters she opened on the plane to France from her parents, her sister. They left so much love in those few pages. So much hope for her future. She let them all down.koorg

She ventured into the depths of the messages that were sent from her parents while she was in India.

Tears are rolling down her face now. She could tell when she was going crazier and crazier. She can see the dates. The times. Those words. Those lies.

I have been catching up with time, got lost in koorg for those few days hanging out with my friend pooja —3/22, 10:52am (11:22pm India-time)

‘Getting lost in Koorg.’ Koorg was where it began. The unraveling of her mind. She remembers the trip that set it off. Physical and mental.

Right now its too hard to write about. Maybe later, she thinks as she tries to shove it off. She’ll probably post it, password protected, on her blog soon. Stay tunes I guess. 

 

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Let it Fall by Lykke Li

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As addicts we find ourself completely lost when it comes to expressing our emotions. For years we would push our feelings down, masking ourselves with our use… but now that we are in recovery, we start to feel those emotions coming up and it can be hard to deal with them. This song reminds me that its okay to cry because sometimes we just got to let it fall.

Follow along with the lyrics:

Let it fall, let it fall
Let it fall, let it fall
So I weep, so I weep
So I weep, so I weep

In weakest moments I weep
‘Cause I like the way tears fit my cheek
In darkest moments I cry
Oh, how I love the way tears suits my face

I like it salt, I like it wet
Like my makeup in a mess
So I cry hard to let it fall
And I won’t stop until my tears are all shed

So I weep, so I weep
So I weep, so I weep
So I weep, so I weep
And I won’t stop until my tears are all shed

Let it fall, let it fall
Let it fall, let it fall

In joyous moments I moan
‘Cause it feels so good when I let my water flow
Drip, drop and I cannot stop
Can’t stop, no, I said, no
Drip, drop and I cannot stop, can’t stop

I cry for you, cry for you
I cry because I cannot help it
So it runs, yeah, it falls
And ain’t no stopping at all

I like it salt, I like it wet
Like my makeup in a mess
So I cry hard to let it fall
And I won’t stop until my tears are all shed

So I weep, so I weep
So I weep, so I weep
So I weep, so I weep
And I won’t stop until my tears are all shed

Let it fall, let it fall
Let it fall, let it fall
Let it fall, let it fall
Let it fall, let it fall

So I weep, so I weep
So I weep
And I won’t stop until my tears are all shed

Let it fall, let it fall
Let it fall, let it fall
Let it fall, let it fall
Let it fall, let it fall, let it fall