I realize the root of my fears when my heart is in my throat and my stomach is full of vodka I never asked for. After six days of isolation from pain – a world where the world spun smoothly, the heat thawed my frozen heart and allowed it to love again. A place where I was surrounded by love and support, comfort and safety, laughter and happiness. Only to be thrust so suddenly into reality, a place where I am alone.
There are no more obligations to be a team member. The radical shift of being thrown back into the pit ready to be torn apart like my dogs keeping me awake at night. All the horrors of my past come crashing back because nothing can keep them away. Nothing can stop them from breaking my heart all over again. I watch from afar as their world continues to spin in fair weather without me. But why does the earth tremble beneath my feet, if my absence is not worth a drop of rain for them?
When the only thing left to comfort is darkness, I’m afraid I will never emerge from the shadows. I believe that, perhaps, the light of hope at the end of the tunnel is but a myth, as my world only seems to transcend deeper into black. Surrounded by demons, I became well aquatinted with them. They were the friends I never wanted. The bullies that I kept around because it was better than being alone. As time crawled on in that despair, I began to realize that my tormentors were simply extensions of me.
I had allowed my feelings to be manipulated into a loaded gun.
Mangled, violent and angry, ready to fire. But the only death would have been mine. I was the only thing caught in the crossfire. I became the victim of my own feelings. The feelings of betrayal and disgust – things that fueled my self imposed hatred. All because they cared no more about me, than a pebble in a stream.
Toxic friendships seem to be a breeding ground for depression. Their words multiply and grow like parasites, thriving off the misfortune of others. But yet, we endure because somewhere along the way we were taught it was better than being alone. Somewhere along the way we were told to put ourselves in danger to blend in. Somewhere along the way we were taught to feel guilty, when inflicted by the wrong doing of others. Somehow, we were learned to feel nothing but pain.