July 2012
My life is, has always been, a balance between all
the elements, feelings, sensations that make the stuff of life.
To me it's exhilarating,
it's like walking on a cliff edge, being totally
confident, daring and feeling so alive; but at the same time, being totally
scared and paralyzed if glancing at the void around.
When my son died, it was like an earthquake that
destroyed that delicate balance.
My husband collapsed at once, at the first
minute. I reacted differently. I knew I was dramatically damaged inside but I
managed to hold and support him until I felt he was strong enough again to
support me. Then only, I collapsed. My family doctor told me I couldn't “spare”
the depression. It came as dreaded but expected.
It was like entering a tunnel. At the beginning I
could still feel the light behind my back and then it grew darker and darker. I
couldn't hold on to anything, the tunnel floor and walls had disappeared,
leaving only the thickest darkness. I could sometimes feel a stone under my
feet but it would collapse.
During that time, I forced
myself to make an appointment everyday, just to be sure I'd wake up and get
dressed... At the same time, I also spent some of the days and most of the
nights lost in that darkness. That's how I found myself surfing the Internet
during sleepless nights.
Despite all what happened, I still regard my life
as happy.
It’s now like traveling on one of our mountain
roads. The road is carved on the side of a cliff, sometimes I have to bend to
glance at the sky. Sometimes it runs across some open landscapes. I don’t know
what’s around the next curve. I will encounter more tunnels ahead, darkness
will come back, sometimes it’ll be just gray, sometimes it'll be really thick
and black...There is a way out, even if it's hard to find.
Anyway, I
have no choice, there is no coming back or turning around...
I just read your words in english or american ... I don't understand every sentences but je comprends le sens général de ton texte et je goûte le rythme des phrases. Je suis revenu sur ce billet en lisant ton autre billet à propos des confitures que tu fabriques chaque printemps et chaque été. Alors en ces jours hivernaux, mes sens sont déjà tournés vers le printemps, je sens déjà le parfum de ces gelées fruitées, je suis dans un jardin, je titille des fruits encore accrochés aux branches et je sens la chaleur du soleil dans mon cou ...
ReplyDeleteJe t'embrasse, petite soeur, très fort et je t'envoie un sourire, déjà printanier grâce à toi. A+ Etienne