Someone (who is not my mother) recently reminded me that I have not written anything in a long time. And it’s true, I haven’t. It’s not for lack of having things to write about, but more that I am overwhelmed by the changes happening in my life. I have found it difficult to form a cohesive narrative to bring to you, dear reader. But I will try, and I will hate every minute of it because it’s not perfect.
First, just to get this out of the way, let me talk a bit about health updates. I decided to move forward with radiation. I had been back and forth and, really, had thought I was 100% decided on foregoing it. I was tired. I was not sure it mattered. I was certain I would get cancer again. Blah blah blah. But then one of my coworkers said something to me that really hit me hard. We had recently learned that we were both a part of a 12 step program (more about this in a minute), and she said “it’s like trying to convince an addict to seek help- they won’t do it until they know it’s the right thing to do for themselves”. And it clicked. I knew that I needed to seek that help because it was right for me. I want to do the most that I can do to be healthy for me. And so I asked my supervisor about scheduling it, fully expecting to be fired, but she agreed! This was my first lesson in learning to be assertive with my needs and wants- and it worked out! So, I’m doing the radiation dance. I drive 20 minutes to a stupid hospital and lay on a stupid table and kill myself to make myself better. It’s a real mind-fuck of a situation.
Let’s see…what else? My hair is growing back. My eyebrows are making a valiant effort. My eyelashes fell out a few weeks ago, but they also seem like they’re growing back. I had my port removed, which was a fabulous early birthday present. I got to watch the surgery! If you’ve never watched surgery performed on your own body…are you even living? This. Thing. Came. Out. Of. My. Body.
And I got to keep it!
So, aside from the gross body crap, what has been happening? It’s hard to explain, I think. The last time I wrote, I wrote to you from my lowest low. I literally hit my lowest low, grabbed a shovel, and started digging even deeper. Who does that?
I do, because codependency is a motherfucker, and those of us that suffer from that unfortunate personality trait will kill themselves and anything around them before they realize that they are insane. I feel like I should change the title of my blog to Obesity and Malaise (and Codependency!) because that’s the real issue here. It’s amusing to me because I could never see it. I always thought ‘that word describes my mom and sister’s relationship’, not realizing that I’ve displayed that trait in every single serious relationship I’ve ever been in. Who am I to criticize?!
So I found Al-Anon. Actually, my ex found Al-Anon for me and then snuck a Big Book into the things he packed for me. When we were together, I had wanted to go to a meeting. I wanted to go so that I could “understand him better” or know “more ways to support him”. When I walked into my first meeting, I sobbed. I spent the majority of a month sobbing, but this was different. I felt this feeling (eww, gross) that I was doing something for myself. That I was there for myself. That I deserved to be there and to be happy, and it seemed like this program, and these people, had a pretty good idea of how to achieve that. Part of what I’ve learned is that this is taking care of yourself, not other people.
And so here I am. I’m working my twelve steps. I am being honest. I am being open. And guess what? It feels fucking horrendous. That forth step- the one where you lay out all your faults and all your transgressions? It’s awful. Seeing my part in why I’m so perpetually unhappy and so unfulfilled is AWFUL.
But it’s also liberating.
Because I have the option to be different. I can choose to be a better person. I can learn from my mistakes, now that I see them as such. I have that freedom.
And really, that’s what this is all about. I’m finding freedom in being myself. I’m finally being myself. It’s a real ‘take me or leave me this is who I am la la la la’ situation.
So take me or leave me.