They say that knowledge is power. But I tend to think that ignorance is bliss. Not knowing that you don’t know is a wonderful thing. Sometimes knowing the truth brings pain…. I don’t always think that knowledge is power.
I had a good holiday, for all the right reasons. I enjoyed time with family and friends. I got to spend the days with my daughter and the hubs, and togetherness is truly what Christmas is about, for me.
But… in one fell swoop, I was suddenly reminded why I have a sincere disdain for the season. I don’t want to share all of it, but it was related to the sexual abuse I endured for years as a child. Suffice it to say that I really had no memory of the awfulness until Saturday night. And it all came back to me. With one swift movement, I went from trying to enjoy the day to really being consumed by the memories of one of the worst atrocities I’ve ever lived through. It hurt. I hurt. I still hurt. I cried and cried and cried.
I went on, through the weekend. I mostly slept. Besides still being on the recovering end of bronchitis (which is, in itself, exhausting), I just felt like sleep was the better choice. I was tired. But I tried to be amicable. Cheery was probably more than I could manage, but pleasant was as far as I could make it.
Xanax has helped control the mood swings. Thankfully. But unless there is a pill that makes you forget things, I sort of have to soldier through it, for now.
I fall between anger and sadness and guilt and self-loathing and disappointment and emptiness.
For any of you who have faced depression and anxiety,you know what an oppressive companion it can be in your life. I’m trying not to listen to the terrible things that are playing in my head. But coming to terms with the terrible things that others have done to you can be a challenge. I get the whole “forgiveness” thing. Truth-be-told, I don’t want to. Forgiveness is defined as releasing someone from retribution or debt; concluding resentment, indignation or anger as a result of a perceived offense, difference or mistake.
Here’s the thing: I won’t ever stop demanding retribution. I won’t ever release him from it. I won’t ever conclude resentment. I won’t, and I will not. I know all about the bullshit, “Forgiveness is a gift you give yourself.” Nope. Forgiveness is also something you give to someone who deserves it. And he doesn’t.
And I’m angry about it. Still. Knowledge isn’t always power. I was fine in the blissful ignorance that I kept company with. As far as I was concerned, I just didn’t like the holiday. It was fine with me. But now I know. I wish I didn’t. Knowledge isn’t always power.
“They say time heals everything, but I’m still waiting.”
P.S. My apologies to my readers. How much does it suck to read this boo-hoo sad story? I’ll get back to semi-normal soon. I promise.