Welcome back

Hullo you.

So you’re back, are you? Please forgive me if I haven’t exactly laid out the red carpet. It’s just that the last time you were here, you caused havoc. It took me a year to deal with the consequences. You wore me out. My family and friends were extremely glad to see the back of you. My own feelings, as you well know, were more mixed. Because I recognised that you had, quite literally, become part of me.

What I can tell you, as you so cleverly insinuate yourself back into my life, is that I’m better prepared for you this time. I’ve done a lot of soul – searching. And I’ve had professional help. I have slowed down my thinking, and learned the painful lesson of sharing, with a few trusted people, that I’m not always OK, and in particular the devastating effect you can have on me if I don’t take care.

I’ve also made some new friends, who know you too, or someone like you. At great personal cost, they have developed ways of living in harmony with their cruel demon. I am indebted to the generosity of these new friends. I am even grateful to you, because, were it not for your last, most shocking visit, I would never have met these extraordinary people.

I have again only recognised your arrival with hindsight. A disapproving little voice whispering in my ear at my 60th birthday party, at the very moment I told those closest to me that I had finally got my mojo back, saying: have you? Have you really??

This makes me question myself. Was I pretending, all those months after I thought you’d left? Faking it till I baked it, as the saying goes? I don’t think so. Because faking is almost impossible with you around. My razzle-dazzle, such that it is, fades in your presence. My smile becomes less convincing when it is painted on. Plus, and this has been a very important lesson, pretending not only hurts me. It does damage to others.

This month, you appear a few times, in the small hours, when I should be turning over from the first refreshing sleep of the night and falling quickly back into the next slumber. Instead I become alert and watchful. At these times, you make me go over past failings, magnifying them out of all proportion. In the mornings, there you are again, a dank blanket, ready to spoil the day. Not every day, but enough of them to make me worried that soon, you might not be leaving.

Most wicked one, you mess with my head. You have ways of making me feel responsible for everything that has ever gone wrong that I have had remotely anything to do with, and for not doing enough to solve the ills of the world. You force to me go over and over stuff that makes me feel bad or sad, and guilty for my luck at any of the good things that have come my way. You tell me I am undeserving, selfish, lazy, intellectually weak, self-indulgent, tedious and evil.

And I believe you, to some extent, but not quite so much as before. Because I have learned about your psychological tricks. In a straight fight, I know you will always win. I need to listen to you, because occasionally you are right. After all, you are merely an extension of my conscience, aren’t you? I just mustn’t try too hard to placate you, or listen so much that I stop hearing others who speak more kindly to me.

As I’ve grown older, I’ve tried to take myself less seriously. To be less certain and to listen with greater care. And I’ve learned that to be kind to others, which after all is the whole point of having been put on this earth and being human, I must first be kind to myself. So I’m trying more of that now, mainly in my internal world, but also by sharing how I am feeling with those close to me and some of my newfound friends.

I’m not going to try to banish you from my life. I can’t; you are a part of me. But please don’t get big ideas. You are only a part. Despite your mean little voice telling me I don’t deserve professional care, I have again sought it. It is already helping. But in the end it’s up to me, and only me, whether I allow you to become my defining feature. I am determined that you won’t be. To achieve that, I must also never again pretend that you don’t exist at all. That is why I am writing this blog, for all to see. I will face you, and not allow you to win by making me feel ashamed of your occasional visitations. There should be no shame.

Welcome back, my friend. Today the sun is shining, and you are quiet. But I know you are still there, waiting for me in my weaker moments. And I’m ready for you.

I hope.

 

 

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