Originally it’s just you. No influences, no pain, no issues. Just you.
But then life happens. You learn things, you experience things and you change. But maybe you don’t want to change. Maybe you are resentful or disappointed. But you must change; so you bury the pain. You smile and you change and you move on.
Then you have to change again. Then things get harder, complicated. And you bury, because you need to keep going. You say that you will just make it through the right now and you will deal with it later; let it out when the calm comes.
By the time things get better and you just want a moment of rest. So you leave it buried, just for a while. Just to enjoy the peace of a moment and not deal with the ghost of the past.
Then, as the circle of life would dictate, you make a mistake or maybe you are a bystander, you get hurt or you hurt someone else; either way things get complicated again. And you must deal with it. You must be strong and keep it together. You have to keep going for the sake of those around you and the sake of your life, your future, and your goals.
So the cycle continues, one day you forget how to tell the difference. You don’t know any more what it is like to deal with things and not bury them. But the ghosts don’t stay buried. So you are always pulling out the shovel and putting them back.
Finding room for the new things; categorizing and shoving. Jumping up and down on the suitcase that is you to make sure everything fits; knowing that it will occasionally burst open but planning how to force it all back in again.
They tell you to stop, they tell you to unpack but you can’t; because if you do you will break into a thousand pieces, and then those pieces will break into a thousand pieces. You smile and you bury because when you stop you won’t start again.
You are the teapot with the internal crack, if only it had been seen and fixed in time the teapot would be strong and beautiful and functional. But now, you are only half of what you could be; you are biding your time until the crack grows, the structure weakens, and you break into a thousand, thousand pieces.
It’s not as simple as just having a cracked shell because all those things you bury fight back. Ghosts still don’t stay buried; even after all the practice getting them there. They are the monster inside you. Growing and moving and pushing and reminding you that you will not make it.
The monster grabs ahold of all your fears and mistakes, taking over wherever it can. Pulling at you, breaking you, it knows you better than anyone; it keeps cracking you, waiting for the break. It waits, for when you are so broken you cannot be fixed. For the thousand, thousand pieces that it will absorb and bury; while it overwhelms what used to be your life.
Is this the only choice? To shove, push and bury until you ultimately bury yourself? It can’t be. There must be more. A way to unpack and leave behind the extraneous without being irrevocably broken.
You need support, love, accountability. You need strength surrounding you to hold together the pieces while everything gets organized. People can’t do it for you; they have their own pots to deal with. What’s left?
Here’s an easy segue to religion, but I’m only sort of going to do that. My beliefs are not a secret on this blog and I won’t apologize for them, but I’m not going to tell you that you must believe what I believe. That’s a bit too arrogant for my tastes.
What I will say is this, for when you are hurting and broken. If the only “higher power” you have is you, then you are trusting your everything to a broken god.