Life was hard today 

As evidenced by the residual tears on my pillow and the fact that I am Google searching things Ernest Hemingway said while I lay in bed, today was a rough one.

I woke up feeling lonely with a headache that would respond just enough to medication to be tolerable but not enough to let you catch your breath, and despite the best efforts of my parents to cheer me up, the tears stayed on the brim of my eyelids for hours. I lost my cool more than once wondering why with a life so full I felt so empty. I reached out to people I loved but avoided anything too close because my heart felt fragile.

My last two weeks in the hospital were really difficult. I tried hard to stay away from heavy meds, to stay lucid and clear headed so as to govern my medical decisions. I felt like a burden to those I loved and for one of the first time’s in a really long time, I just felt plain sorry for myself. I wanted out of the hospital so bad. And now that I’m out the terror of another recovery has left me utterly speechless. 

Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful I survived. I’m grateful for my beautiful family and friends. I’m grateful for a genuinely full and happy life. I’m just sad about my head. I’m sad about how it’s never cut and dry and I am sad that I am sad, which is dumb.

There’s no reason today  was a hard day. In recovery there just are those days. Hell, in life there just are those days. So I am leaving today as just what it was, a day where the weight of all you’ve been carrying starts to make your back ache, and I will close my eyes in faith that tomorrow will improve. Not because I’m an optimist and not because it has to, but because I want to believe that. And sleep will bring me reprieve. 

And maybe tomorrow I’ll come up with a plan of how to put some of this weight I’ve been carrying down.  

In the meantime, all I have is this moment, where I name where I am, and notice how fleeting this moment is as I move on from it.

Peace and love,

Samira 

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3 thoughts on “Life was hard today 

  1. Samira,
    I love your raw beautiful mess in your generous writing. Your honesty is a gift. I’ve been following your posts and silently praying for you, but I was so moved by your words in this post, I had to speak up. I’m printing the last few paragraphs to help me remember to embrace “this fleeting moment.” I’m so sorry for this long journey, and for your ongoing pain! While my struggles are different (depression and chronic pain), your words put into eloquence many things I’ve been feeling. Thank you for sharing this piece of yourself with us. It has helped more than you know.

    RYLA hugs!
    Emily

  2. I’ll be upfront in saying that i’ve never experienced the physical or mental pain you have gone through recently, but from the snippets of thoughts and feelings you have exposed through your writing, your ability to express yourself in moments of pain is incredible. I try to live life with the mantra that life is just a series of ‘Ups & Downs’. While some of these pendulums go far far deeper then we’d like – the upward wave is inevitable. Your soul has gone through trials that most on earth will never feel, and your upswing will be that much sweeter than ever imaginable.

    – Sending love your way.

  3. I realized I forgot to read this. I think it is so refreshing to hear another talk honest of their feelings and not try to sugar-coat. Thanks for sharing.

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