Here is part two of my ongoing essay, Aftermath.
Check out part one here: https://stephanheard.wordpress.com/2023/11/24/aftermath-part-1/#respond
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Well, since you ask, I can say: I am a very different person.
I don’t know how I feel. About anything. About everything. About the human condition. It’s been a difficult experience, to say the least. I have had tremendous, monumental help from the people who love me and the people around me, from helping me move to helping me find a better place to helping me with support and assistance. And yet, this hasn’t been an easy experience, by any means, because there is a lot to the aftermath. I never thought that people could do what they did, the seeing as how they did, I now have to accept that this is the way that people actually are and can be. In a world where there is so much cruelty and heartache and needless suffering, I don’t understand how people could do this and live with themselves.
I am in a better place now, and I am whole. But, I know from speaking honestly with myself, I am not fully processing everything that happened.
One of the hardest things about what happened, was that I just kept needing to talk about it. I tend to go around in loops in my mind, going over things multiple times, to try to understand them and have some form of resolution, no matter how makeshift. And there are the times where I don’t understand my thoughts and feelings, and so I get caught up in a jam, continually trying to figure it out, going over and over again in my mind, and how difficult it is to find any clarity, solution, or resolution.
Probably because of this, people wanted to talk about other things. We can’t just keep talking about trauma. And so, I would change the subject, or let the subject be changed. But I’ll be honest: I am not completely over this, and I haven’t been, and I need to talk about it more and more, to really understand what this means. It’s only been a month and a half since everything happened, and so because of that, I still need much time to heal. To give yourself space and give yourself grace, as they say. But the important thing here is that I have felt the need from others to move forward and move on, and move on now, even though I am not the place to do that, because I’m still grieving the loss, and feeling the intense pain and violation.
What is interesting to me is the way that the grief cycles work. We are often told not to get stuck on certain periods of the grief process, because of how this strains relationships and hurts our mental health. But in doing some research on grief, I found that grief is actually very idiosyncratic and personal, and you have to give people the space to grieve and process. So I am trying to figure it out, I have felt as though I’m supposed to just push through it, really quickly, even if that is not something that I want to do or feel is even helpful. I mean, of course I want to move on, but at the same time, I’m trying to process it the best way that I can. And for me, that means talking about it, as well as thinking about it. While I definitely understand the need to move forward and talk about other things with people, I still feel as though this will take a while to process, and there are so many reasons for that.
In fact, it can be difficult, to feel as though you have to talk about something else, and that you can’t process what happened. But I have tried to look at it from the perspective of what people that I love have told me, which is that I do have a lot going for me, I have my new place. And I am comfortable and happy here, so that is definitely a plus. Now that I have a new home, I can start to stabilize.
I don’t really get it, though. I don’t get why people would do things like this to victims and innocent people. I guess it helps to process some of the ways in which I broke down during this entire process.
There was one time where I was with my best friend, and I felt as though I wasn’t doing enough in my apartment hunt, and that was partly because I was so overwhelmed by it and froze. I will never forget the horrible way in which I lashed out at myself. While I understand that this is a part of my wiring, probably a part of me that many people do not understand, I still never want to lash out again, because it isn’t helpful to the process. But I was so low at the time, feeling worthless and like I couldn’t do anything, that I really had a hard time for a minute there. I hate myself, saw myself as useless with a useless brain, and I tore into myself and struggled.
What I realized throughout this process is that I do lean towards anger, and I realized that I can’t always suppress it. It’s my rage and midnight mania. There is a way in which that anger is going to be there, whether I like it or not, there is a way in which I am going to feel what I feel, and I have to have radical acceptance to accept that that is just the way that I am. But when I spend so much time in counseling trying to get a handle on my mental health and on interpersonal dynamics and relationships, and I still seem to struggle severely, I can be really unsure on what I’m even supposed to do, and I don’t really know what to do.
Maybe that is partly what was so disorienting and scary about my situation. Aside from the obvious fact that I could have been homeless and I could have lost everything (I didn’t, which I’m grateful for), it was obvious that part of the fear came from the fact that I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to act or respond. I will never forget walking in the door, and seeing all of my stuff scattered everywhere. I don’t understand what possesses people to trash and defile and profane a place like a home, what was my home and safe space, just because they could. It seems so unbelievably cruel that they would do that. And I also know that nobody has an answer as to why people would do that, which is part of the difficulty and where the breakdown in communication comes from.
So I definitely have had a lot happen. A big move and a big change, the break-in, the loss of my grandmother, the loss of my health insurance, and so many of the things that happened in the interim of this violent experience. I don’t know why things are this way, it just doesn’t make sense sometimes, and you have to do your best to try to get through it, anyway. There was a time there were I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to get through it at all, because of how much was at stake, and how much I kept breaking down. I had really been working hard in my life to figure out what I needed to do better; I have been trying so hard to figure out what the right things are, and yet, I have met constant resistance. It is probably true that people don’t really care, at least people out in the world, and that can be tough to have to experience. Obviously if someone really wanted to get it to hurt, they would trash your place, and steal everything that had any significance to you. And they literally would only get a few hundred dollars at the most, even though I invested in all of the materials and equipment that I had, for years.
I do know that people care, however, and that has been one of the best things about the process, is that I know that people do really care. My friends and loved ones and family have come together to help me out, and that really means a lot to me. So while the people that do things like this couldn’t care less, I know that there are many people in my world who do care and help me try to figure things out.
So the biggest thing that I’m trying to figure out, is how do I move forward? How do I become kinder and more compassionate to myself? How do I figure out what to do next? What is my move, now that this has happened? I don’t know. I find myself still not becoming bitter and mean and angry and rude, even though I have continually faced rejection for my writings and music, and in life, and even though I am not where I thought I would have been by now in life: organic growth versus mechanical growth. That is why it is so difficult: I feel as though I am not where I want to be yet, despite putting in all the work and making such a diligent effort and not complaining or comparing. Lately I have felt that because of expenses and things I have to cover financially, my art has taken a backseat (which pains me, and which really hurts). I’m struggling to afford music lessons, and I’ve lost pretty much of all of my equipment in the break-in. Of course, I’m working hard at my day job, and I am doing the best that I can in the world and in the workforce. I am professional and reliable. But it would be so nice if I could get a little bit further along in my writing and my art, or in my life in general, but it has been very difficult, nearly impossible, and that definitely doesn’t help the situation, even though I know that that is a separate issue that I can work through eventually. I still don’t like it, though. It makes me feel like a failure.
To me, then, that is one of the substantial parts of all of this, is that I recognize that while things have changed significantly, and while I’m not the same because of this experience, I need to focus on the good, and continue to cultivate my compassion and craft. It is not easy to do so, but it is something that I am focusing on. It is something that I am trying to figure out, and that I take seriously. The way that I understand it, is that I have changed a lot because of trauma and hardship. But I am actively reprioritizing things, to focus on what really matters, and what I really care about. It can be a very sobering process, but it’s incredibly important to this thing we call life. I still am creative and thoughtful, I am still reflecting and contemplative, I still take action and I still keep trying despite it all: to me, that is what matters here, is that I can continually act in the world, deciding what I do and what I will do: I have choices. It is definitely something that is on my mind, something that I am focusing on. I am hopeful.