[originally written October 14, 2021]
The days feel heavy when your family heads to bed and you realize that, despite being awake the past 15 hours in rooms with generous windows, you can't quite recall if the sun was shining today.
It's hard to live in a world of beauty and color and light, but to stare through window panes and have no motivation to explore it.
If your soul sits weary after so many days of fighting to clear the foggy glasses of depression, putting on a secondhand smile 3 sizes too big for you, dragging a parade of invisible wrecking balls behind you... if you want to cry after staggering up mountainsides with that unseen weight, only to be shamed for your heart beating too fast, too loud, when you reach the top... I hear you. I'm with you.
I know the sunshine is out there. But today was hard.
You should have turned 29 years old, Benji.
And not too many years ago, we celebrated your birthday at your Baltimore apartment. You were overjoyed to see a mix of high school, college, and post-grad friends together. We wandered the aisles of food stores in search of ShastaCola just like the days of shopping for wind ensemble snacks. Turns out that's a PriceChopper brand. Womp. (I did tell ya so, just saying)...You were ecstatic that I "knew the recipe" for 7-layer dip but took great joy in reminding me it was actually only 6 layers (literally all evening). I made waaay too much, so you had it for breakfast the next day even though we didn't put it in the fridge overnight. Gross. I haven't made that dip since, but lord knows I'd drive hours to make & eat lukewarm bean-salsa-whatever mixture for a week straight if it would've convinced you to stay.
I wish you made it to today, Benn. You should be here, on this earth, celebrating yourself. But I know all too well that's not how the treacherous mind-mangle of silent illness works. I know you couldn't see the daylight through your windows either, and I can't resent your absence for that very reason. I know this world was hard to navigate. HOLY HECK, it still is. I wish it wasn't. I wish things were different in many ways.
But knowing I have no way (nor right) to edit the pages of your story, I simply hope you were able to see the sunshine for me today. I bet heaven gives you a pretty damn good view of it all, huh?
I'm fighting harder than ever. For a non-sporty gal, I've been pretty strong. I have to believe the extra muscle is courtesy of Dr. Ayd, writing prescriptions of sorts from above so I can keep pushing onward, sharing truths, showing up, and advocating on behalf of BOTH of us (and anyone else struggling). Chug a keystone for me up there. And rewatch the episodes of Cruiser Confessionals... I did yesterday and they're as priceless as ever.
Shine on, birthday boy. You're remembered with love & in gratitude 💛 #Grief #Gratitude #Grace