So, the nightmares have returned.
I’m unsure what triggered them, but they are violent and so disturbing. A few weeks ago, I had my first dream/nightmare where I actually got to speak to Jake. I knew I had a really short amount of time before he was going to disappear and I kept asking him, “Why? Please tell me why?” I never got an answer. I woke up wondering why I didn’t tell him how much I loved him and missed him instead.
The doctor had prescribed me some medicine that was supposed to stop the nightmares when I was having them before. I never took it because of my skepticism of prescription drugs overall, but also because this is a medicine that was originally created to lower blood pressure. My blood pressure is already on the low side. The doctors and the pharmacists assure me up and down that it is perfectly safe because it is such a low dose, blah, blah, blah. But I have little faith. The nightmares have been so consistent and so bad lately, that I ended up taking the medicine last night. I did not have nightmares. I’ve convinced myself that this was a coincidence and I am not planning on taking the medicine again tonight.
A few weeks ago, I received a message from many people regarding the post on Facebook written by Sheryl Sandberg. It was beautiful and heart wrenching and I felt like she was speaking my own words. I am in complete awe that she was able to articulate her feelings so eloquently after only 30 days. Thirty days after Jake died, I was still in a complete fog. I had to put “take a shower” on my to-do list everyday. I never would have been able to focus enough to write something like that. Nine months later, I still have moments/hours/days like that. I continue to have a hard time believing that he’s not coming back. I’ve started to work on getting my home ready to put on the market. I look at Jake’s clothes, his shoes…and his stupid toothbrush and wonder why–why can’t I even consider boxing his stuff up? I wonder where he is. I look at a picture of him and think “But you are RIGHT THERE”–it doesn’t make any sense. Then there are times I wonder if he ever existed in the first place. Very difficult to explain that feeling. I mean–I obviously know he existed–but how could he have been there one minute and gone the next? Just gone.
So, Father’s Day is coming up and I am dreading it. There are the projects the kids are making for their dads at school, the barrage of emails about the best Father’s Days gifts, and the nearly constant discussions about “daddy” in my house and in my car–everywhere. My oldest talks about happy memories and songs that remind him of his dad. My youngest says things like “Mommy? When you go to the hospital and you get dead, then daddy will come home”. My little girl says “…..but daddy is really alive”. We are going to do what we can to honor Jake on Father’s Day, but I know for me it is going to be a very sad day. Then I wonder, did Jake think about Father’s Day on August 27, 2014? Did he think about his kids and his family and Christmas and birthdays and fucking Tuesdays on that day? Did he wonder how in the world we were supposed to celebrate holidays and just live our lives without him? I vacillate wildly these days between sadness and anger. Definitely experiencing the most anger I have felt since he has died and I’m not sure what to do with that. I’m sure it comes out in other ways-misdirected at people who least deserve it. What does a person do when they have so much anger towards someone who is dead? I can’t scream or yell at him, I can’t kick his ass, punch him or kick him until he drops to the ground. What do I do with these feelings? The flashbacks and obsessive memories are getting stronger again. I thought they were moving away-but I think I was just suppressing the thoughts and I have already learned that strategy doesn’t actually work. Probably why the nightmares are back. Wishing I had a DeLorean and a Flux Capacitor right about now.
Everything is different. I am different. I will never again be the BEFORE Kristen. So, it’s time for me to take steps forward. I feel very overwhelmed, so I need to make some decisions that will make my life less overwhelming. Sell my house. Be smart. Manage everything better. Start making happy memories again. Within eight days, I was able to cross two things off my “bucket list”–I’ve been rock climbing (which is way harder than it looks, all those people scampering up the sides of rocks like little monkeys), and I ran my first 1/2 marathon. I’ve been wondering about what else I can achieve. I have a lot to look forward to-I need to redirect my focus from always looking back. I keep telling myself–“you can do this, Kristen, you can totally do this”. But, it’s so fucking hard. How do people do it?
I think (i.e. obsess) a lot about my last conversation with Jake. I always thought I’d see him again.