Tuesday, April 08, 2008

four months

Two months ago, I was shaken but slightly hopeful. Today marks four months to the day since I've been existing in pain, anxiety, and despair. Overnight it happened. I look back on cheerful e-mails or posts in the days before the revelation and desperately wish I could go back to blissful ignorance.

For three months, I held in the pain whenever Eliza was around and broke down sobbing each day once she was peacefully napping. I grew weak under the strain and eventually broke down one day about a month ago. In all my 30-odd years, I have never cried as much as I did that Friday. I sobbed for literally hours as Eliza watched TV in the other room. I truly feared losing my mind. By late morning, I had enough sense for a few minutes to page my husband, begging him to come home from work for the first time in 10+ years, knowing that I was incapable of caring for our daughter that day. Five and a half hours later, he finally came through the door.

How I prayed. I was tempted to ask G-d to end my pain, but I feared it would be answered where all others had failed.

I can't quite say what changed in the week after that, but my deep sadness was partially displaced by anger. I don't find it "empowering" - it's eating me alive. But I realized yesterday that it had been weeks since I'd last shed a tear. For two hours last night I expressed my pain and bitterness, which was met with silence. I was able to sleep no more than an hour last night, and just when I thought I was outwardly coping well with the day, I broke down as soon as Eliza was asleep and couldn't stop sobbing for an hour.

I'm trying to take care of Eliza and myself to the best of my ability each day, but some days that just isn't good enough.

Exercise has fallen by the wayside (and my weight loss has stalled) since Eliza decided she was only going to nap a couple days a week at most. I've been struggling to keep up with housework. My first priority this month has been to keep sane, to keep from drowning, and sometimes there just aren't enough hours in the day for everything.

I've been seeing a therapist for a couple months. She wants me to ask myself how I can take care of my needs (short- and long-term) every day. Right now, I only feel capable of surviving each day; I feel incapable of looking much farther ahead than next week.

Books have been a small comfort to me and are often the only way I can concentrate on anything other than my broken life. I've read over 60 books since the New Year - a clip I haven't matched since my daughter was born.

Last Friday I met with an herbalist to address my anxiety, (frequent) headaches, depression, and insomnia. The tincture she made me contains St. John's wort, Siberian ginseng, wild oats, licorice, vitex, skullcap, and California poppy. The medicinal tea has nettles, skullcap, passionflower, lemon balm, and I forget what else. I was told to continue with my couple capsules of valerian before bedtime. (It does help on the nights when I'm less plagued by emotional demons.) It may take weeks to see an effect. Once I'm on steadier ground months from now halevai, she wants me to do a 28-day cleanse again.

I'm spinning out of control, and it's frightening.

6 comments:

lola coca-cola said...

I'm so sorry you're struggling right now--it will pass but in the midst of it, it's so hard to cope.

Please know that you can call on me.

Elaine said...

Ditto what Lorien said. While it's hard to imagine something like a new normal, it will come. In the meantime know we're thinking about you and here if you need anything.

veganmomma said...

I totally understand that you have to do whatever you have to do each day to survive. For my mother, it meant painting EVERYTHING! She spent at least a year painting. All the wood furniture in our house was painted, the walls, and then she tackled the outside, yes the outside of our house. I know it must be a struggle, but keep on with the struggle please, Eliza needs you right now as much if not more than you need her. You will get through this.

Kate in NJ said...

((hugs)) I'm here if you need to vent
or sob or whatever.
You're in my thoughts.

Jenny said...

Thank you for taking the time to post- I've been wondering how you and Eliza have been doing. I'm glad you're still seeing the therapist- I hope that she can help you cope with this terribly trying time. Know that I think of you often.

Bonny said...

hugs Suzanne! I'm so sorry you are going through this! I say don't worry about the housekeeping, just focus on your sanity and taking care of you and sweet little Elizabeth Claire. :)