“Silence can break your heart.” One of those image quotes I just saw whilst googling. And it pretty much sums up the overpowering emotion I have been experiencing…the emotion which has left me feeling so lost and disappointed in myself.
I can categorize this silence under two aspects of my Life. The silence I forced myself into due to my husband and the silence I have experienced from those I once called my friends. And on the anniversary of my Mental Breakdown I finally had to admit to myself that these silences have broken my heart.
My husband is an extraordinary man. A man who loves with more passion than anyone I have ever known. No-one, not even my parents, has ever loved me the way he loves me. Ours is truly a story of a man who met a sixteen year old girl and fell in love with her immediately. Ours is the story of a man who believes in loving through thick and thin, in sickness and health. Ours is the story of a man who loves despite the most terrible shortcomings a woman could ever have revealed to him.
When I was diagnosed, my husband was as supportive as I expected him to be. To him it had also been an explanation…at LAST…for this woman he loves with all his heart and the erratic behaviour she has been exhibiting since she was sixteen years old. He was beyond glad that he was able to say with certainty that I didn’t need to work anymore and that he could solely provide for us. Once he understood the triggers for my Mania, he was grateful that he was able to remove me from the environment in which the triggers existed. He was glad to have me home…the only place that offered me safety.
But as the months progressed I started noticing how much more DIFFERENTLY he started treating me when I got upset about something. In the past he would soothe and comfort me and motivate me to the point where I didn’t feel as upset anymore. But since I’ve been home it’s as though he doesn’t allow me to get upset anymore…in actual fact, he cannot stand me getting upset about ANYTHING anymore! Believe it or not, but he honestly believes that now that I have been diagnosed and am using the right combination of medication, that I should not be ABLE to get upset anymore!
I remember once when I got upset about something he said something like this to me: “How can you get upset now that you are using the right medication?” I was absolutely astonished! It then became clear to me that he really believed that my medication was supposed to miraculously “switch off” any kind of negative emotions. After that I allowed myself a few more times to share with him things that upset me. But a few weeks ago I vowed to myself…and to him…that I would never share my emotions with him ever again.
Every time I got upset about something…whether it was something concerning our children or something I found cruel that was done unto me…it would end up in a huge fight! The crux of the matter always came down to me not being grateful enough for the mercy God had shown unto me. And in the end I had to draw the following conclusion: I am not allowed to get upset about anything because God has blessed me TOO MUCH. Whatever Life throws at me, whether it be unfair or cruel, I must just take it and suck it up.
Now, I could’ve fought harder for my human RIGHT to remain HUMAN, but after a lot of pondering over the matter I had come to the following acceptance: I SHOULD be grateful for the public humiliation I was spared, I SHOULD be grateful to still have my husband after all I had done, I SHOULD be grateful for the safe and privileged Life I am leading. My husband works extremely hard. He has his own business at home and sleeps approximately 4 – 5 hours a night. He hardly takes any breaks in between, making his normal working hours about 19 hours a day. Although he works at home, we hardly ever see him. And the little we do get to see him, I believe should be without strife. My husband and I have been praying for years for the business to pick up so that I could stop working, and the prayer had been answered in the same month I was hospitalized for my breakdown. Therefore it had been God’s will for him to get so busy so that we could live a comfortable Life without me having to work. And who am I to question any part of it?
I might not be HAPPY in suffering alone…struggling with my ghosts and working through upsetting issues alone. But I must accept the reality: it could’ve been so much worse! I am safe, in my own home with my children, and cared for. My Life is one of constant loneliness because I have now lost the only confident left to me. But it is a loneliness I must accept to stay safe…a silence I have chosen myself to stay alive!
I can now comfortably summarize my marriage like this: two friends sharing a house. My husband works to such an extent that the children mostly share my bed at night and sex is non-existent…not due to a lack of interest on my husband’s side; I just have no desire to make love to a man I have no deep emotional connection with anymore. He loves me passionately…that I am certain of…and that is merely the end of it.