Anche Fragile

io non vivo senza sogni e tu sai che è così, e perdonami se sono forte, sì e se poi sono anche fragile…

There’s a post in my drafts right now telling you all about my trip to Sicily. And for whatever reason, I couldn’t finish writing it. It all seemed very mundane and blah and I just wasn’t feeling it. Today was a super mushy day. I felt very disconnected from everything despite my best efforts to stay engaged and participate with everyday life. One week ago I was sitting in a parking lot across from the sea, watching the moon through the clouds, smiling and listening to the waves crash, and now I couldn’t feel farther away.

I was never really a beach person. My very pale skin always burns despite all of the SPF and I hate having sand in places I didn’t know existed. But as a Pisces, I’m drawn to the water. And so when I visited Sicily in May, it was important that I took advantage of the nice weather and stayed in a beach town. As someone who spends the majority of her days either in a very overcrowded city or glued to her couch, when I arrived, it was a literal breath of fresh air. And so with this visit, even though it was cooler and the sun set earlier, it did not deter me from going back to the same place.

I would like to tell you that I’ve changed, that this trip fixed all the things that were broken, and so on. People asked me if I found out anything profound, or if I feel different, are you happy now, do you feel better, will this be your last trip? People can’t wrap their brains around a woman going away without her husband to chase something that they don’t understand. And I get it. Two years ago I would have been the same way. I already told you, I can’t explain it, but I’m lucky to have a husband who lets me go where my soul is leading me. And literally talk me off a ledge when I’m on 30 hours of no sleep, panicking that the world will fall apart because I selfishly took another trip alone, and wanting to book a plane ticket home immediately. He’s the calm, I’m the storm.

Please understand that this is not me gallivanting around the world, taking pretty pictures for social media and living my best life. This shit is gut wrenching and not at all aesthetically pleasing. I spend a lot of time sitting in different places and feeling shit that I don’t understand. One day, the rain stopped for a little while, I found the biggest rock on the beach that I could sit on and I just sat there. The wind was blowing ferociously and I just sat there, watching the clouds and the sea. There was literally no one around. It was such a peaceful moment and I just breathed it all in as tears involuntarily poured out of my eyes. Completely out of character for someone like me, but what does that even mean?

I am still navigating my way through all of this. Things have shifted and I am not sure where to put them. I am still processing all of it. As much as I am here, a part of me is there, and I don’t know what to do with that. So I’m just trying to be patient with myself. When the feelings of missing it arise, I try to move the energy and put it to good use instead of letting the feelings completely drown me. And I’m proud of myself for that at least.

I’ve spent my entire life being my own worst enemy. With shame and guilt standing firmly by my side. And I’m ready to let that go, but it’s going to take a minute. So I’m just trying to be a little gentler with myself. Some days are better than others. I am so used to hating myself that it makes me cringe when I try to do otherwise. But I’m learning. Beating myself up over every single thing is not productive. Crucifying myself for every mistake is not productive. Learning to be a little nicer to myself is way more productive. Even one little step everyday is a step in the right direction.

As much as I sometimes resent it, I am grateful for this journey. There is still so much I am trying to figure out. Patience is key and I have none (LOL), but I will get there. Not to be dramatic, but my life kind of depends on it. A little over two years ago I remember the moment the light left my eyes, and it feels like I’ve been clawing my way out of the darkness ever since. Everything has led me to this point. There’s a quote I saw recently, I’ll probably get it wrong, so don’t officially quote me here, but it’s something like “Courage is not the absence of fear, but the ability to act in spite of it.” And I believe that’s what I’m doing here. The fears have been piling up over the years, making me this shell of a human just trying to survive, and each time I do the thing that scares me, even with shaky hands and more panic than my little body should be able to handle, it’s an act of courage for myself.

I always pushed myself beyond my means to get things done and stay strong to a fault. I feel everything to my core and break sometimes. More often than not lately, but fuck it. I powered through for a really long time, doing the most while asking for the bare minimum. Carrying the whole world on my little back so that I could be loved. And you know what? None of that was necessary. Learning that has been a painful and enlightening lesson, but it had to happen eventually. And maybe I’m not the same person that I was before, I don’t know. But I am doing my best, taking it minute by minute, and that’s really all I can do.

As always, thanks for reading. I’m always here if you need me…

quella forte, sì, però anche quella fragile…

Song name: ANCHE FRAGILE/ Artist: ELISA/ Year: 2018