How long will you keep me here
walking on this line
I’m outside your house and home
and I can’t remember mine
Everything is so foreign now
I thought I had you with me
And then you came out crying
And I knew it never would be
We were walking in circles
and it felt like quite the time
I guess I never felt your love
I just kept on feeling mine
Yeah I know it happened
Yeah I know I stumbled
I stumbled through the summer
tried to find another lover
tried to chase another lover
but I also know it took a long time to recover
Every year, the cycle of my life seems to carry so much wait (and weight) in August. Maybe it is the last push of summer. Maybe it is because so many of the cycles of my life have revolved around education or some new endeavor. Or maybe I got stuck in a loop.
The lyrics above are to a song I wrote back in 2016. You can see a rare video of me singing it back when I recorded it here. Then you can evaluate my singing voice and come to new conclusions. Regardless, those lyrics came from a place 3 years prior at the beginning of August which wound up being the final page of a complex relationship.
Since then, the month of August has been a month in which I started grad school, started a chaplaincy residency, ended a chaplaincy residency, started teaching. It has fallen in seasons of transition. Life transitions are usually challenging in themselves, but when transitions are accompanied by grief and loss and perceived abandonment they can feel impossible to get through.
This August is no different. I have felt nauseous for 2 weeks straight. Sometimes my body feels like its trembling, like I’m going through some kind of withdrawal. I have been searching for a name for what’s happened. It’s not grief. It’s something more intense. It’s whatever the emotional pain someone heaps on you as your grieving that makes you question reality is called.
Is there a word for that?
Is it gaslighting?
Maybe but not entirely.
It is fear but not the reverential good kind. It’s the kind that has you on high alert that makes you kind of wary of many interactions. And that creates a fight to capture an accurate identity instead of one being crafted through false accusation.
And so in these conditions we recover. People who have endured much worse and the loss of much more find a way to recover. Sometimes it takes a very very long time and the only way they recover is to find new hope.
So I’m preparing to newly hope. And if hope can no longer be found here, it is time to go. And if time to go means a quicker recovery then there is a good in the goodbye.
I hope you too can recover from your wounds and losses in this season friends.