To my Daughters,
I had sworn and made a promise to myself that I would not pick up the leash that belongs to the Black Dog.
Today I broke that promise. Not just to myself but to one of you who also drag that same dog around.
For some time now I have watched you and seen the hurt, the anxiety and the pain. I don’t know how to help you as I cannot even help myself.
I have often wondered if we would be a make a good pack? Three black dogs on one leash. Suffering the same hot pavement. Is there different shades of black for different black dogs? I think so yes.
Guilt? Anxiety? Financial Difficulties? Depression? Clouded senses? (seeing the truth but wanting not to see), Fear, Betrayal, Hurt, Overcoming grief?
When your brother passed away many many years ago I received no help. I did not have the opportunity to grieve. I did not go seek any help. For me Life had to go on. I had a young child who needed me, as she too had lost a brother. She did not need to lose her mother as well. I had a husband who needed me. I had a marriage to save which was in trouble to start with. I had an Alcoholic to save and tolerate. I had to defend my daughter from him. I had to defend myself from him more. The beatings you never saw or heard. (Yes, they were brutal at times) I tried to always hide the marks as I knew no one would believe me and after a “friend” one day told me to suck it up and stop telling lies,I turned inwards and looked for the fault within me. I started joining in the drinking and binging as I thought that would make the pain less when the next fight would break out as I knew it would happen, just not when.
I soon found out I was pregnant and would need to protect another small person from the next cycle of abuse.
People in my Family told me that another child would heal all wounds. NO it did not. I had post natal Blues. No one knew or saw it. I was all alone with more than I could cope with. I spoke out to my doctor and told him how I felt. He placed me in Hospital for a week of rest. What rest? I had none as I was still worried sick about who was taking care of my children at home and how much alcohol was consumed whilst I was in Hospital. The day he came to fetch me he reeked of alcohol but I knew I had to go and take care of my children at all cost. The house was filthy and for hours he made me understand that it was my fault. You were fast asleep and unaware. You were blameless. It was not your fault. How could it be? He made me wash and scrub every last inch of the kitchen. Even unpacking and repacking every cupboard while he stood over me and shouted obscenities. When you are constantly called a whore and a fucking dumb cunt you start believing that you are. The black dog walks in and just sits and looks on in silence. Whilst he is sitting there staring at you he grows. You can see him grow. He scares you but you don’t care. You try and open the door for him to leave but he will stat pushing against that door. You reach for pills and shut yourself down. Mentally and Physically.
You argue with the voices in your head. You stay awake as much as possible, eat as little as possible as if that would make him change his ways. Just getting out of bed takes more courage and strength than pushing a Bulldozer. Opening a tap to wash your face feels unneccesary. Getting dressed is not an option. Knowing you will be followed all day long by a Fucking Dog you do not want will make you want to open a drawer and reach for a knife.
There are other parts of the abusive cycle that you never need to know. Parts that no parent should ever have to tell. I know I am not alone. There are millions of others who go through this every day. You walked past at least five of them in Town today and will pass another tomorrow. Some choose to go to the Dog park and seek out others who walk their dogs, but most just keep the monster tied up at home. I chose the latter. I believed I could tame it myself. I believed that I am the master of my own destiny. Sometimes I wished a train would come and just fast track over me, but then I would take a step back and watch it go by. I am not ready to get on yet.
Maybe some day I will.
But not Today. Today I will chuck aside that leash and let him stare at me through the door. Yes it makes me sad as I can hear him whimper to let him in, But I won’t. He can come back another day. Even if it makes me cry.
Where is your train taking you? Will you allow the dog to take you there? Will you take him with? Will he pull free when you get on and watch? Yes he most probably will. Will the black dog comfort the family who stays behind or make them feel it’s their fault too? See the cycle?
Can one get rid of this dog? I don’t really want him. But he is there. Sometimes he leaves me alone for days. Sometimes for weeks, but never underestimate this bastard, he is always lurking and waiting.
Two more babies came along. Twice again I endured the times, the changes, the abuse, the belief that things would become better but it never really did. Yes it was not always bad and dark and miserable. There was plenty of good times too. Times when the Black Dog dissapeared for weeks. Sometimes months, but I knew it would always come back. And it always does.
What made it come back? Why won’t it leave me alone? Why can he not leave you alone? Do you have the answers?
Long before we had Google and Wikipedia and Social media we had known nothing about getting rid of the dog. Today everyone’s a fucking google expert.
Some days I feel like curling up in a ball and going to sleep and never waking up again.
Some Days I feel like allowing myself to be swallowed up in the pity pool and sometimes I just say Fuckkit, I don’t need you.
Sometimes I drive my car and wonder how it would feel to just swerve the car slightly into oncoming traffic, but then I wonder how you, my children would feel? Would you even know that I had a passenger? Do you ever see my Black dog? You must have seen me take that leash with me. Will you take care of my Black dog or will he take care of you?
I don’t care much for how you feel at times. I care more for wanting you to care about how I feel. ( Selfishness? ) Yes, I have become selfish. I want the Dog all for myself. I do not want to share him with anyone. I love the fact that I do not need to feed him but that he feeds me well.
I have learnt well from The Black Dog. He makes me keep quiet when I need to be quiet. I have a corner I can go to you know. Yes I know you know where my corner is. My corner is my safety blanket? What’s yours? Your bed? Your husband/boyfriends arms? I wish I still had a Husband who could or would hold me and make me feel that he would protect me from the Black Dog. That had stopped years ago. I have just me. I used to have you, my children I could hold, but you too have pulled yourselves away as you found other arms to fall into. I would do anything to have that safety blanket again, But I also know it will never be so. We are both still alive, but we are both dead inside. We have our own lives to live. Although together we are not. Same house different spaces. We have learnt to respect each others spaces. Do not enter mine and I will not enter yours. Are we feeding off each others self pity? Maybe we are.
I am done arguing when I know before I even started that I would get blamed for anything and everything that will follow. I believe that I am to blame. 100% I am to blame. I caused the problem, I raised the problem. I created it and therefore try my best to not even begin. I cannot Cook, I cannot Clean, I cannot drive, I cannot think, I cannot reason. My Black dog does it for me.
You, My own children sometimes call me names and think it’s funny. To you it may, be but for me it is torture of the worst kind. It is worse than being hit by a school bully. You make me feel that I have failed you. I suppose I have and I will live with that. I had one chance to get it right and I failed. For that I am sorry. I will live with the regret and can only wish for acceptance and forgiveness. I see you taking up your own leashes and walking those dogs. They pull you along. There is no taming them. They tame you. Please do not ever pass those leashes on to the person who depends on you. They may not be able to let it go either.
Your dogs are still Puppies and mine has almost reached it’s final phase in Life. I am hoping and praying that you will find a way to let go and send them away before they take charge of your lives.
We are women and we believe we are strong. Let me tell you a little something: You are stronger today than you will ever be tomorrow. Use today to conquer Today. Let tomorrow come and bring the Black dog with it. Just conquer that as well.
I had to… Because I had YOU.