Ah, Karen- good to see you here. I do worry about you. I wish there was a magic wand to wave to make it all better. For us both.
Yeah, I guess I'm strong. Definitely willful, you're right on that point. I have a bit of a mule in my blood I think.
But I lack a will to keep doing this. I'm ready to cut it all loose. And I don't see it as much a lack of strength as just being convinced that my life will just keep being this way if I choose to keep living. I don't see that as weak- just a simple string of logic.
I'm ready to be done. In DBT class, this evening, I sat there as an observer. I could see everyone interacting as though looking into a store window. I could see plainly that it will all be the same when I'm gone. That nothing will change. That was a surprising comfort, a relief. All this time I've carried this great weight of responsibility for everyone's happiness - that my dying would change the world, destroy lives. Sure, there will be a small ripple of grief and loss in my small circle, but in the end, everything will smooth out- quite quickly, in fact- and things will continue on as they were. It's dawned on me- I don't have to keep doing this for anyone, anymore.
I can't over-think it. Yes, my partner will be hurt for a long time, but she's tough, and a survivor, and she has people around her for support. She'll recover with time. Life hurts. I can't protect her from it.
I really hope this isn't triggering for you, my talking so candidly this way. I guess I've just gotten used to sharing so openly. You've been one person whom I've been able to say pretty much anything.
Tomorrow at noon I'm meeing with my pdoc and her superior. I don't expect anything to come of the meeting. I haven't dared tell anyone this, but I'm moving forward with my Plan after the meeting. It's time. Unless there's some great epiphony or break through treatment suggestion, which I know there won't be. There's really nothing left to try.
And that's okay. Hey. It is what it is. I'm not upset or sad. I actually feel light and relieved. I feel like this is the first decision I've made just FOR ME. All this time I've been struggling to "get better" for everyone around me. But this decision is for me, 100%. I feel calm- no longer like a caged animal.
I haven't mentioned this to anyone for a couple of reasons. One is I don't want any intervention, obviously. But two, talking about it feels a little like a jynx- like if I say it outloud, it won't happen. Kind of like complimenting your car- and the next day it breaks down on the highway.
Hang in there, girlfriend. Hugs.
P.S. Feel free to remove this post if it's too triggering. It wouldn't hurt my feelings at all. And I appologize, if so.