As I sip my hot tea behind my desk, each time I swallow it feels like I’m swallowing razor blades and the pain makes me think about my current existence.
Let’s talk about suicide.
Now, before you all start dialing the 911, I’m not going to kill myself. I don’t believe in murder and yes, suicide is murder. However, I will say that to just not exist anymore is a very inviting notion even if it is pretty much the equivalent of being dead. To not exist means that one is in a state of no pain. Pain, that comes from the soul and not from the physical flesh is so very debilitating.
So, I can say that I completely understand why some people do consider this option, as sad as that is.
But that is not really where I’m going with this.
I believe I speak more of the suicide of one’s soul. I would guess that someone whose soul has committed suicide would be more like a Zombie, except they don’t require feeding on flesh to survive. They just roam the earth, doing daily functions, yet have no enjoyment in much of anything.
What happens when one’s soul wants to jump off a bridge? I believe this is something that a 1980’s movie brought into the light.
Atreyu: What is the Nothing?
G’mork: It’s the emptiness that’s left. It’s like a despair, destroying this world. And I have been trying to help it.
Atreyu: But why?
G’mork: Because people who have no hopes are easy to control. And whoever has control has the Power.
The Nothing is described as “the emptiness that is left”. There is just a “nothing” type feeling. I get up, I go to work, pay my bills, deal with my kid but The Nothing is still there, hovering over my soul making it feel heavy and listless.
My soul was once light, fluffy and had spirit. That is gone.
My soul would once laugh and dance. That is gone.
What is left is a hole void of any human compassion or any human touch. Void of laughter and vivacity. My soul feels like it is slowly just disappearing. It feels like it is committing suicide. It feels like….The Nothing.
Why is this?
As of this moment, I have not one single friend. Yes, you read that right, not one friend. I have people I talk to online, through Facebook or Twitter maybe but never that friend/s you call to go have dinner or drinks or see a movie. Not one. I do not exaggerate about that.
However, I do live my every moment around my son. Anything I do, it’s with him.
My daily routine is:
Take the Boy to school
Spend 8 hours behind a desk in an office
Leave office to pick up The Boy from school
Come home and make dinner and do homework
Time for bed
Wash, rinse, repeat.
Being that his father turned his back on him 8 years ago and never looked back, I do this on my own, no “visitation weekends” off. So my life is and probably always will, revolve around The Boy.
I would have to say this leads to a very lonely lifestyle. I have no one to talk to. I have no one who asks me how my day was. I doubt that anyone even cares.
I sit, by myself, watching TV or on the computer. For instance, I was alone when I reacted to the last Episode of Game of Thrones. I found a video on YouTube which showed reactions from people while watching that episode and most of these people were in rooms filled with others, also watching it with them and reacting with them. I was alone. No one to react with me. No one to scream at the TV with me. (It was a VERY startling episode if you haven’t already heard.)
When I contemplate this existence, I wonder, how did I get to this point? Mainly because I have developed a severe lack of trust in anyone male, female or alien (although I have yet to meet an alien and if I did, I probably wouldn’t trust them right away. I mean they ARE an alien).
After my divorce in 2005, I grew to not trust men nor their intentions after finding out that the man I married was pretty much a liar, a manipulator and an all around asshole with an alcohol problem to boot. I still blame myself for not seeing it. This blame upon myself led to my lack of trust in my own judgment of people, even if I was deceived. After a few dates between then and now (I can count the dates on one hand and they don’t reach the 5 fingers that hand has), I grew to not trust men even more.
Even my own family (which is basically mother, father and sister) always seem to betray me in some way either with neglect, hurtful words or selfishness.
Then of course, there is the lack of any human decency in the human race, period. The things I read and see on the news TV are enough to send me running to Hermitville, Population 1.
Humans are disappointing and my lack of trust in them did NOT just sit with men.
So, we have established, that 1) I’m lonely 2) I have no adult human interaction on a regular basis which leads to 3) hopelessness. The kind of hopelessness that even a strong faith in God can’t fix. The kind of hopelessness that this dark and thundering monster called The Nothing thrives from.
How much I do long for my soul to be kick started like a dead car battery and talked down from the slippery ledge it is on. I loathe and despise the fact that I have never known love beyond my relatives, relatives who are obligated to love me and I them, simply because we share blood. What’s even worse, is realizing that I may never know that kind of love, ever. I would be to afraid of more disappointment.
After being on this planet for the past 36 years, I used to fear death and its finality.
I have now come to realize, there can be a fate worse than death.
Loneliness and his minion, The Nothing.