How 26 letters helped save my life
In 2016 my world turned upside down. What ensued was something akin to a very dark comedy, and I was the hapless, down-on-his-luck lead character.
As anyone will know that has gone through an acrimonious divorce, it’s about as pleasant as having an enema, while the whole procedure is streamed live on social media; you know it needs to be done, but you can’t control who gets to see all the gritty details.
People say blood is thicker than water and that you can choose your friends, not your family. Well, guess what, that’s bullshit. Some people are just arseholes, plain and simple; faster than my divorce attorney could cash my cheques, friends and family started to desert me. I’d gone from being an average Joe, with a family, house, job etc, to a bumbling nervous wreck. All within a matter of weeks.
On a daily basis, I nurse people that are acutely unwell. But, being a psychiatric nurse doesn’t stop you from becoming mentally unwell, no more than being an oncologist stops you getting cancer.
I got depression and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I experienced anxiety too. I then became suicidal. So what did I do? I did what most people do in similar situations. I buried my head in the sand and hoped all my problems would go away.
It took me a while to get my shit together. How did I do it? I found something I love doing, something I am passionate about, something that helps me make sense of the world. I started writing.
As a writer, I don’t make lots of money, I’m no social media influencer, nor do I have a bulging email list plus, to be honest, I’m as broke as the tooth fairy in a house full of meth users. In fact, I now view my bank statement as fake news, and I have about as much influence over my unwarranted child support fees as as a sociologist in a room full of economists. And the only person on my email list is my mum!
However, writing not only keeps me contented, but it also keeps me alive. Due to my ongoing circumstances, aspiring to be happy is an unachievable goal. I am aware that this fragile stability can unravel at any time. But I take each day as it comes. I am grateful for each passing day. And I love and cherish those that are close to me. I am grateful for what I have. And I try my hardest not to ruminate on what I have lost.
My writing is an integral part of both the journey and the destination.
Originally published in Medium publication ‘Invisible Illness‘ 13/09/19
One thought on “The Funny Side of Being a Vulnerable Writer”
Another well written piece Lee and emotional too. because you write from your heart , and i love reading what you write . some i dont offer for dad to read for obvious reasons …but for me reading them makes me feel closer to you . and i have the reasurance that your maybe doing ok . …whatever your doing at the weekend work or home take care ..love you x