Through some harsh life battles, I can count many a day where I was ready to give up. Throw in the towel. Just be done. Depression is horrific and the voices running through your mind actually ENCOURAGE you to give up. That’s right, not only do you feel like shit, your “inner you” is trying to make you give up the fight.
I honestly don’t know how I’ve made it through all of those times. Probably my great support system, medications, therapy, and a lot of just white-knuckling it. There’s a blog I read, in which the author keeps finding herself on the verge of giving up, giving in to depression and anxiety and fear. I get that, totally do. I especially can see how having no one on your side would make you feel that way even more.
Because sometimes, the only reason I don’t give up, is because I worry what would happen to Kizzie. Sure, DSB would take care of her, but her momma would be GONE. Giving up, following through and really doing it — that’s permanent. There’s no coming back from that kind of giving up. And I’ve lived years skirting that edge. The things that kept me from stepping over the line were invariably my parents and my pup. And now there’s DSB to think about, too.
The quote above really speaks to me. Something about trusting your own madness is very right, and it’s something I’ve only come to embrace within the last year or so. If we don’t trust in ourselves, we find any way possible to keep the truth from coming out. About our (actual and literal) madness, about our shady intentions, about hidden secrets.
Something I have given up, for good, is lying. Being dishonest in any way. I am now and forever more completely transparent. Before DSB, lying was like breathing to me. I did it without thinking, without reason, just because. It usually didn’t even register to me that I had lied. It was just something I did. I spun a tale to make myself look better, mostly. Or to make myself look a certain way, at least. I didn’t trust enough to show my true colors. I wasn’t true to my real madness, if you will.
About a year ago, DSB sat me down and we had “the real talk.” More of a “come-to-Jesus” talk, as my mom would put it. He told me that he knew I was lying about a lot of things, and about how he didn’t trust me anymore. He told me that he couldn’t be with a person he didn’t trust, but he wanted to be with me. I had to change my lying ways so that he would stay. It was the biggest motivator of all time. I didn’t want to lose him, and I knew that all of the lies I told were destroying me.
What I didn’t realize was the extent to which the lies and deceit were destroying me. I was constantly on guard, worried about who was going to find out what, worrying about what would happen when they did find out, because they always did. I have always been a poor liar — ever since I was a little girl.
I am reflecting upon this now, because for the past several nights, out of nowhere, I have found myself checking my gut for signs of anything amiss. It used to be, I had so much to worry about. And now I don’t. Everything’s out there for the world to see. I am not suffering any consequences, because, in general, I am doing nothing wrong. This is a new world to me, and even though this has been going on for over a year, it feels like I’m just now noticing.
Noticing how nice it feels to just have a conversation and not make things up that I will have to account for later. Noticing how much more trust and faith DSB has in me, in the words I say, in the actions I show. There is no more worry, and there is no more fear.
Sometimes it’s ok to give up. It’s ok to give up lying, drinking, cheating, negative things. It’s even good. It’s never okay to give up on yourself, and I am so very thankful to know DSB always always ALWAYS has my back. And I am the reason he is still here and my quitting the lying is the only way we made things better. Things are better for everyone, now. Everyone was affected by my lying, and my relationships are now very uncomplicated. For that, I am truly grateful.