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I started my new job today and at the end of the day I started crying, at my new job. With co-workers that don't know me. Nice. I did manage to pull myself together and saved the rest of my crying for the drive home.
When I got home I lost it completely and couldn't stop crying. My lovely depression started up, talking to me, urging me to fucking kill myself already. The horrible part about depression is that impairs you're thinking. It takes a terrible idea and makes it seem like a good, rational idea.
So I phoned a friend, the same friend whose cousin killed herself last winter. The same friend who struggles with her own depression. She was kind and tough, she's like that. She told me I couldn't kill myself and then I yelled at her that she needs to quit smoking because I wasn't about to drive her to her chemo appointments. I started to feel a little better.
We talked for a long time, I even laughed, so did she. She's been through it all this past year as well. She reminded me that I'm not crazy, it's just that my depression is.
And all of this drama, all of this heartache over a man who lied to me the first time I met him. Who continued to lie to me until recently. Who lies to himself and his family.
I sent him away even though I didn't want to. His life is truly a mess. His life makes my life, with my ex-con son and the runaway daughter and the handicapped kid and the not soon enough ex, look pretty sane. He needs to stop trying to be what his mother wants him to be, what his wife and church want him to be, what white people want him to be, what the world wants him to be and just be himself. The self that he was born to be. The self hidden under all the shit that life has piled on top of him, that he continues to pile on top of himself.
I thought I knew him but maybe it was just my own self that I saw. His fears are my fears, that he's not good enough, that he is unlovable, that he is broken and unworthy, that he is a fraud. I saw his darkness and he saw mine, neither of us looked away.
I miss him and it will get better.