“Can you help me I’m bent
I’m so scared that I’ll never
Get put back together “
The CD I fell in love with twenty years ago and I still find myself gravitating to as being understood is, “Yourself or Someone Like You” by Matchbox 20. Their follow up, “Mad Season”, is more a nod of preaching to the choir, with the exception of “Bent”. Bent is, often…
I just turned 46–It’s not how I envisioned it; “Well I always say, it would be good to go away
But if things don’t work out like we think
And there’s nothing there to ease this ache
But if there’s nothing there to make things change
If it’s the same for you I’ll just hang“
“See I couldn’t tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I do
But it’s over now, and I don’t know how, guess it’s over now
There’s no getting back to good“; I really don’t. I’m not even sure what the hell.
“I wish the real world, would just stop hassling me
I wish the real world, would just stop hassling me
I wish the real world, would just stop hassling me”
It’s better than nothing…oh man, I recall, so vividly, so much of this now 46. Night terrors for years. In my 20’s there were three suicide attempts; the first two were just “for attention”, not my words, looking back they were a lack of coping skills, PTSD and overwhelmed by feeling: “she’s been here too few years to feel this old “. The third, and final, attempt was at 29. There was no mistaking this was not just for attention–I was done, D.O.N.E. While I was hallucinating I was screaming at family, not knowing they weren’t even there. Hooked up to multiple things, with my arms strapped to the gurney so I’d stop pulling out IV’s. First and only time I have ever had a catheter, enough to deter thoughts of self harm on its own. I do not know how many days I was in the hospital what I do know is I almost succeeded. I saw my dead Grandfather in a waiting area off in the distance, gave me comfort–I knew, not even being fully conscious, I’ll be okay. Almost two months later a psychotic break…again, I recall, so vividly, and God knows I wish I didn’t;
It’s been a long day, always ain’t that right
Oh, ain’t that right
It’s me, yeah well I can’t myself to go away
Hey, well it’s me, yeah well I can’t get myself to go away
Oh God I shouldn’t feel this way, now”
Now, I am not suicidal. I have learned, with hard work in therapy, how to manage and cope much better. In addition giving up self medicating and numbing with alcohol almost six years ago. I just can’t shake some things done and some things been done to. I can’t seem to shake the almost “dry drunk” syndrome;
“So please hand me the bottle, I think I’m lonely now
And please give me direction, I think the hurt set in
And I don’t feel nothing
I don’t feel nothing, no I don’t feel nothing
There’s nothing to feel good about here” Kody
But it’s better than nothing. Like a shadow fading in and out similar to the transporter on Star Trek. I just keep getting older, looking back on how much different and yes, better life is. Past the 45 mark;
“She’s got a little bit of something, God it’s better than nothing
And in her color portrait world she believes that she’s got it all
She swears the moon don’t hang quite as high as it used to”