Hi all,
I really would like to rant if that's ok...
Since my cancer, I have struggled no end with my life. I have watched my peers proceed and succeed in their careers and social experiences and relationships. Many of them have bought their houses and are having families. While watching from the outside, I've mainly put on a brave face, rarely talked about my illness or, more relevantly, the emotional scars of watching my life disintegrate.
Two years ago I fell in love and seemed like all was going to get on track, then the relationship degenerated to emotional and mental abuse, and then violence (not from me). I am now again in a situation where I am on the verge of homelessness and I am shattered mentally and emotionally from the cycle of instability and isolation.
Stemming from the relationship has been a loss of long term friends due to horrible lies and abuse from my relationship. I have just off the phone to one friend who has basically told me that, she feels powerless to help, and that honestly, she finds me and my life a "downer". She says that she hates that I am in this situation and wishes she could do something but knows that she cannot. She said also that I am just not exciting to be with anymore and it's pushing her away.
I have known this woman for 15 years, never ever once discussed with her the gory details of my illness, or the pain and grief that have gone with it, probably because I was afraid of exactly this. She says that she finds that she just doesn't want to catch up with me these days as she finds my life too heavy. I say, well, imagine how it is for me(!). I think to myself, it's not like I want to be here; that I want to go to hospital and be poked and prodded several times a year.
I say, well, it seems like you are seeking to catch up with me to get something from me and if it's not 'exciting' for you, well I'm sorry. I added that, it wasn't very 'exciting' for me to catch up with a friend recently for coffee (who died last weekend), but I did it for her, I'm not sure what this friendship is based on. My life isn't always rosy and exciting I'm sorry, as a consequence of what I've been through, life sometimes is a bit heavy.
I am confused and despairing. I don't know what to do anymore, it seems I am only able to have friendships if I hide the majority of my life and who I am away from people. I just don't feel that I can, or want to do that anymore. It seems people that are sick or troubled need to be hidden from society. Though, I don't see much value in their lives either - shopping, talking of things that are - in the broad scheme of things - inconsequential and transient.
I don't know where I belong anymore. It's not as though I whinge about my illness 24/7, I am just going through a very hard patch at the moment from grief and reoccurring trauma. It serves only to re-traumatise me by pushing me away. I've even had that it's my fault, and that I am a victim, and a broken record. Whereas, it is just not the case.
My head just spins and spins.