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Allowed to Break


Wayne Gray

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There are days when you just show up.  Days when you do what you must, hating every iota of effort spent, every word spoken, every interaction.  Days when all you want to do is hide, but you can't.

So you straighten your spine, raise your head, put on the expected show.  You - "Fake it till you make it."  Sometimes, a smile at a terrible joke from a coworker is so hard, it feels like you'll crack.  But you know it's expected... so you do it.  When someone asks how you're doing, you have to suppress the flash of irritation you feel, because they don't want to know.  Not really.  The smile comes again... "Fine."  Somehow your voice is steady.  You're good at the game.

Finally make it through the day... your adulting duties are done.  There's a sanctuary in your vehicle.  You're alone, and you can't even bear to turn on music.  You just need quiet, and to be still.

You get home.  Your partner isn't there yet, but it shouldn't be long.  You go in, slide into your chair and sit.  The mind is still swirling with thoughts, and your belly flutters with stress.  You frown at yourself, annoyed at your own mind, and your lack of ability to "deal" with what is there.

The door rattles.  You avoid looking at it.  They'll know, and there's no reason to worry them.

"Hey!"  Happy greeting from the newly opened portal.

The door closes, and you glance over your shoulder.  "Hey."  You try, but the inflection in your voice isn't quite what is expected.

A frown from your person.  They step into the room, stand beside you sitting in the chair.  "What's going on?  You okay?"

You look up at them, feel something in your chest... the knot there wants to unravel, but that'd mean dragging them into your pain.  You force a smile.  "Yeah."

They cock their head, a little frown.  Your heart beats a bit faster - they don't believe you.  A gentle hand extends and rubs the back of your neck.  "Really?"

You swallow.  That knot slowly begins to pull apart.  "I... nothing's wrong."  You slump, and they continue to gently stroke the skin of your neck.  "There's no reason to feel this way."

Your person is quiet, their fingers pass gently over the nape of your neck.  It feels nice.  You know they're used to seeing you happy.  You're usually the one to brighten things, to make things better.  Well, not today.  Today you're broken, and you just can't be anything else.

"I'm sorry," you murmur, miserable that you'd drag your love down with you.  "I'm fine.  Just feeling sorry for myself."

"Hey."  They kneel before you, hands on both sides of your face.  There's an understanding smile that grows on those beautiful lips.  "It's okay."  Those eyes you've admired for so long fill with fondness and concern.  "You're allowed to have a bad day."  They run those feather light fingers over your face.  "So long as I'm allowed to have it with you."

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I'm a lucky man.  Being allowed to break is something valuable - something beyond words.  I have that in my husband.

It doesn't have to be a partner.  It can be a friend, a close coworker, or a family member.  It can even be someone you trust over the wires of the internet.  But, we all need this.  We all need someone we can show our belly to... someone we can be vulnerable with.  Someone who will accept us at our worst, and enjoy us at our best.

You're allowed to break.

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50 minutes ago, MichaelS36 said:

I have written about living with depression as the partner of someone who suffers.  It is difficult and frustrating and often heartbreaking. I am glad you have someone like Kevin. 

Let me tell you, having to subdue your partner to get him to the hospital, is difficult.  I'm glad you haven't had to go through that. 

And lately, as tim has said, it has been much better. Much and we both deserve that but he does especially. 

Thanks for sharing Wayne. It's good to get it out there into the open. 

I'm glad that I have Kevin too.  He knows me very well.  He cares.  We fit.  It's just... it's just good.

I'm thrilled that tim's trials have become gentler.  I know that's not an accident.  I know it's due to work on his part, patience on yours, and good mental healthcare.

Thanks for your comment, Mike.

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21 minutes ago, Fae Briona said:

Depression isn't for the weak.  😶  I've been in a down spot recently, and I'm sorry you're feeling down too; but I'm glad there is someone there for you.

Song that comes to mind:  Just Be by Paloma Faith - it's probably the most unromantic love song ever, but it's beautiful in it's reality.

     Let's get old together
     Let's be unhappy forever
     'Cause there's no one in this world
     That I'd rather be unhappy with

 

I totally get the sentiment.  I really do.

Sorry that you're down, Fae.  It's not fun.  It's definitely not for the weak.

Thanks for the comment, and I hope you get to see the sun soon.

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thank you for writing this Wayne :hug:
allowing yourself to admit that you're having a hard day, and are at the breaking point is hard. i struggle there, feeling like i always need to hold it together and be strong for everyone else
having people in your life, as you said above, is the key to allowing yourself to feel those feelings.  you need to feel safe in letting them out, in showing your weakness
i remember in therapy being told, if you can't do it a day at a time, take it an hour at a time, and just breathe 
thanks again Wayne, i'm glad you're here

 

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4 minutes ago, mollyhousemouse said:

thank you for writing this Wayne :hug:
allowing yourself to admit that you're having a hard day, and are at the breaking point is hard. i struggle there, feeling like i always need to hold it together and be strong for everyone else
having people in your life, as you said above, is the key to allowing yourself to feel those feelings.  you need to feel safe in letting them out, in showing your weakness
i remember in therapy being told, if you can't do it a day at a time, take it an hour at a time, and just breathe 
thanks again Wayne, i'm glad you're here

 

Thank you, molly.
I think there are a few of us here who are like that.  We're seen as competent and dependable.  We expect to always have the answer, to be the person people come to, and we just keep going no matter what.  We don't want to let anybody down, and in the process we forget to care for ourselves.  Then there comes the reckoning.  The moment we can't put off.  When iron bends, stone begins to crack, and we need help.

Well, we have people who love us.  We just have to let them.

You're welcome.  I'm glad I'm here too, and same to you, molly.

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@Wayne Gray I glad your here as well. And @mollyhousemouse and @Reader1810 as well. I love the internet for just this reason where can all of us talk to each other and seem like family. So I know we all are struggling with problems and worries sometimes it just helps to put them out there and get a fresh point of view. I know in talking in DiC that I have a lot of great friends. 

We all reach that breaking point and we need someone or something to calm us down. 

So everyone I have talk to or share a problem thank you.

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We've already talked about this and you know what I think and how I feel. :hug: And as someone who appears high functioning even when I'm not (and I often don't know how to let that mask slip irl, even with the people I should, like my therapist and social workers and so on), I know that feeling of having to allow yourself to feel it, to break and to depend on others when you're usually the one who's dependable. One thing I'm grateful for is how I'm allowed to let the mask slip when I talk to you. I'm glad you have Kevin and his love to lift you up. Glad you can depend on him. You deserve that. You of all people truly deserve that.

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