Ok, I told myself I wouldn't do this. I wouldn't
explain what's happening. But...maybe it'll help...
Ironic that I choose Xmas Eve to let this come out...
When I was little, Thanksgiving & Xmas was ALL about Mammaw (Daddy's mom). She was the center of everything. The very 1st Xmas that I remember started with her. I was 4 & we'd just moved to Arkansas. We walked in her house...I went into the living room & the 1st thing I saw was her silver tree with twinkling blue lights. I fell to my knees in front of it & admired it for hours. Only after I grew up did I realize that her lights on her aluminum tree were DANGEROUS!! But that awe & sense of beauty still hits me when I look at decorated Xmas trees. In the years that followed that 1st Xmas, Mammaw was the one that always gathered the family together on those holidays...immediate & extended. The house was always packed...20-30 people! She'd cook for days. I can still remember the smell & warmth that enveloped me when I walked in on those days. On those 2 days of the year, we were a "family". No fights. No hurt. No anger. No bitterness. Just peace & happiness.
A week before Thanksgiving, when I was 12, Mammaw had 9 strokes that made her into a vegetable. She "lived" until I was about 21 but she died (for me) when I was 12. The celebration of Thanksgiving & Xmas died with her. No longer did we gather the family together & share those hours of happiness. We had a Xmas tree at home...if I put it up. Daddy would help me but he mostly let me just do what I wanted to with it. I would spend hours every night in front of it, just getting lost in that feeling. That feeling that reminded me of Mammaw.
As I got older, I would do stuff with friends. Parties with co-workers. But never did I have that feeling. For years, I continued to have my own tree. Was the only way I could recapture that feeling. But, for the most part, I tended to avoid the holidays. The avoidance grew over the years until I just basically ignored them all together!
2 years ago, the whole symbolism of the holidays changed for me. I still harbor my main attitude towards them but they became impacted with something else. I was with Kat & the girls. Their excitement & spirit infected me. She kept trying to get me to be part of it. The 1st step was taking me to Ben's parents' for Thanksgiving with them. I don't remember how many people were there...probably close to 20, if not more. And it instantly reminded me...of Mammaw's house. I got that feeling, just a little bit. Watching them interact with each other & getting a sense of being a part of "something". Something that I'd missed my whole life. I remember watching her & knowing that she wasn't exactly comfortable there...without Ben. And it drew me closer to her cuz she'd let me be a part of that. A part of her that nobody really knew about. And I was there for her. And I was there cuz she wanted to include me.
As Xmas approached, the spirit & excitement got to me even more. I'd gone out & picked gifts for the 3 of them. She'd told me, several times, that she would not let me be alone on Xmas. I would be a part of them. As the thought of that increased, I became more & more susceptible to wanting to experience that with them. They were becoming my family--something I hadn't experienced for 23 years...
However, that wouldn't happen. Not going into details but a week before Xmas, a snowstorm sent the 3 of them off to her parents'...abandoning me, snowed in, unable to leave the condo, with just Bella for company. They came back, late at night on Xmas Day. And for a brief moment, I was elated that she came back on THAT day. The 27th, my world exploded. The 28th, I struggled to get out of Seattle. Flew from Seattle to Arizona, straight into a situation that I KNEW I didn't want to be in but...I felt like it was my only choice in order to get out of Seattle ASAP.
What has happened since...is what is happening now. No longer do I avoid the holidays cuz of my childhood. Instead, my subconscious relives 2 years ago...
The week of Xmas...I was abandoned, alone, scared, & sad. The 27th & 28th, I was paralyzed with fear, shocked, confused as fuck, fighting to just function, distraught, shattered & totally *alone*. Until the New Year...I was angry. ALL of this comes back now at this time of the year. All of it, all at once. It puts me, literally, in a constant state of PANIC. When I'm awake, my head is pounding, my vision is hazy, I stay on the verge of tears constantly, my heart is racing, I have to consciously make myself breathe regularly, my skin is crawling & on fire, I feel like I'm just floating through my world, my brain doesn't always connect with things. When I get home, I crash. I'm totally spent & exhausted from the sheer pressure of "holding it together". The release of that...generally...isn't pretty. I then drug myself up to put me to sleep so that I don't hafta deal with it any longer. However, that's a double-edged sword cuz I don't really sleep for all the dreams & nightmares. Then it starts all over again when I'm next awake.
I told Kat the other day that I'm not really gonna be around much...I'm getting into the thick of THIS & functioning, is difficult, at BEST. Texting with her is whatever. If she texts, it's random. And it drops off when she gets distracted. THIS is the Kat that I know. I'm highly aware that this is gonna happen. However, that doesn't make it any easier to deal with. :/ I cannot manage to actually TALK to her though. I can't bare to hear her voice. What she doesn't understand is...I can STILL hear her voice in my head, telling me I won't be alone for Xmas. I can STILL see her face & hear the agitation in her voice when she took me to the store before she was leaving to go to her parents'. The store was packed cuz of the impending storm & I grabbed a handful of things before I couldn't stand seeing/hearing her like this any longer & all I wanted to do was get out of there so she would be ok again. I STILL remember trying not to break down & cry just before she left the house. I STILL remember her voice on the phone when she wouldn't let me in the house on the 27th.
I didn't really talk to her but randomly last year when this hit. Last year was really rough. A full 2 months or more of this Hell. This year, I've had her solidly back in my life since the summer. I got to text with her on Thanksgiving. The elation of that was short-lived though cuz it ended with me being shattered. When I reached out for her a couple of weeks ago, she called me. I admit that she does try. And she's right. If she didn't call me, we wouldn't talk. I NEVER call her. I never could before. It was hard enough getting her to respond to texts when she was around other people. She was always embarrassed or didn't want to be rude. Or something. There was always a reason. Getting that excuse so very often, I got to the point where I waited for her to text 1st & I'd never DARE to attempt a phone call. I'm still under that impression even though she says otherwise. I used to BEG her to talk to me. Like...constantly...cuz of this. I very rarely ask her ever now...
Right NOW...I'm IN this. Even though I have her now...I really don't. Therefore, I have NO idea of how to include her in it. Texting is intermittent. More so than normal. When I manage to reach out for her...I need her to be there. Not 2-10 hours later. By the time I've gathered up the nerve to say something, I've spent hours debating it. I think it's been a week since I've actually spoken to her. I don't know how to hear her voice right now without breaking down. I hear her voice in my head & I cry. Because right now...2 years ago...she was texting like nothing was wrong even though she'd abandoned me...all the while, something was happening that was completely wrong & I had no clue! And she was talking to me. She was in front of me. I could see & hear her. Those memories haven't been replaced yet. Those memories haven't been healed yet...
She says she can't help cuz I won't let her. The problem is, I don't know HOW to let her! I fight this demon alone cuz that's how I 1st met with it. Alone.
And I'm not "hiding" as much as I'm just not able to carry on my normal routines right now. I don't have enough strength & energy to do so...
So there it is. Not completely detailed but close enough. Now I hafta stop the tears & get my game-face on so I can go to work & act like I'm "ok"...