That’s the word my Needle Lady had for it today. I had been using the word depression, mostly trying to describe how I was feeling (loss of interest in just about everything, loss of energy, difficulty concentrating) and less to diagnose myself.
Sorrow is probably more apt.
And I hear the words coming from somewhere in my mind, telling me I’ve mourned long enough, stop moping, what’s wrong with me? Strange, the thoughts seem to have the voice of Mr. X—well, fuck him, as my Needle Lady said, shaking me loose a bit with her choice of words.
Why now, though? I’ve definitely been through peaks and valleys, so why such a valley now?
I think receiving get (Jewish divorce) has a lot to do with it. That was truly the end. The end of all the legal ties to Mr. X. There are no more papers to sign, no loose strings to tickle my consciousness. It’s done.
And it’s sad.
This whole divorce was absolutely, 100% the right thing. No doubt. But it’s still sad. And I am still learning how to deal well with sad in my life. Generally, I’m more comfortable brushing it aside, covering it up, putting the lid back on the pot. And I know, I know, it doesn’t go away like that. It will only move on when I stop jerking my hand away, when I allow myself to open the door and feel it.
So I’m trying to feel it.
I’m a bit overwhelmed, as I’m a little out of practice at facing uncomfortable feelings head-on.
But it doesn’t have to be perfect, I suppose. It just has to be felt.
“There are some feelings about which there is nothing to do. Some bad feelings simply need to be felt. Only after you begin to feel them will you be able to find enough inner comfort to address them.”*
*from this book