This is a Really Real Mental Health post.
My brain is full of thoughts running in so many different directions.
But it’s a calm chaos that I’m not used to.
I’m cleaning the house.
Deep cleaning that hasn’t happened since she moved in.
Deep cleaning that has been especially needed for the past year or more.
Staying home around the clock has been horrible for both of us.
It’s all been falling apart for awhile.
Should I have seen how bad things were?
Should I have seen the storm that was brewing?
I knew things were hard,
but I didn’t know how hard.
My life is spent talking openly about my struggles.
I shine light into all of the dark spaces.
I talk about the things that are hard to talk about.
But sometimes, people don’t know how to reach out.
How to put words to the struggle that is brewing within.
“I’m fine, this is fine,” has been a running joke in our house for as long as I can remember.
But it wasn’t a joke.
But, that is her story to tell, if and when she is ready.
My story in this, is that I was caught off guard.
I have craved stability for most of my life.
I keep finding it and losing it again,
crisis after crisis ripping the rug out from underneath me.
It’s hard to talk about that part.
But, supporting someone I love,
understanding how hard this all is,
being there as she finds her feet again,
doesn’t mean my difficulties with the situation aren’t valid.
Many people have supported me through my own struggles,
especially her,
and being on either side is hard.
But I can’t speak to her side of this.
My side is valid too.
I’m saying that to reassure me, not only to remind you.
Sometimes,
it feels like every time I find my own feet,
something pulls the rug.
This time I’m not falling down.
This time I’m creating my own stability in the middle of chaos.
I’m finding ways to control what I can.
Organizing my space, our space, to organize my mind.
Things will be okay on the other side.
Sometimes, you need a wakeup call to realize it isn’t working,
but that’s just an opportunity for change.
An opportunity for growth.
Sometimes, the rug being ripped out,
just shows you that you shouldn’t have the rug there in the first place.