Monday, March 30, 2015

Remembering the New Now


When someone's life changes drastically in any way, it can oftentimes be hard to remember that it’s no longer the same as it always was before. This can be the case for any number of major life changes. A move, or the loss of a loved one, or the ending of a relationship...

We've grown so accustomed to life functioning in a certain manner, that even when the loss literally occupies a majority of our thoughts, it can still be easy to forget that circumstances have changed at all.

When my husband left me, rare were the moments that weren't consumed by his absence and all of the emotions that came along with it. However, I would still catch myself forgetting, somehow, that he was no longer around. No longer in my house. No longer part of my life.

I would still want to text him at random times to see how his day was going. I would still look forward to telling him about something that happened at work. I’d still type out an email to share the link of an article I knew he'd enjoy. I’d still roll over at night reaching for his presence in the darkness. It was as if these things were instinctively occurring without any mental effort of my own, and there seemed to be nothing I could do to prevent them.

I remember going to the grocery store for the first time by myself and trying to decide what I should buy for just me. How much milk would I drink on my own? How much deli meat would I eat in a week? Then I strolled down the cereal aisle and got excited when I saw that his favorite brand was on sale. I reached for it, pleased to get a good deal, and then realized that I’d no longer be needing to buy that specific cereal, because he would never again be eating breakfast with me for the rest of my life. My hand hung in mid-stretch while I re-remembered. (And then I broke down and sobbed in the cereal aisle of Publix for this brand new loss, because feelings are real, and they need to be felt. #embracingauthenticity)

Isn’t that weird? Even though the entire grocery trip was focused on my New Now, I still forgot that this specific detail of the Old Way was no longer my reality. 

Has this ever happened to you? Have you still looked forward to spending lunch with a coworker even though you no longer work with that person? Have you still turned left at that intersection toward your old house, even though you moved weeks prior? Have you still anticipated your pet’s welcome home when you walked in the door, even though you sadly had to put him to sleep months before? Have you still wanted to call your grandmother on her birthday, even though she passed away years ago? Have you anxiously anticipated a Friday night relaxing at home with the one you love, even though that one no longer loves you?

Every time something like this happens to me, I’m surprised by the forgetting and then heartbroken again by the sudden re-remembering. It’s like I have to relive the devastation over and over anew. And, quite frankly, that sucks.

Early on, my therapist consoled me by describing our lives together as a giant tapestry, and explaining that I’d have to approach each stitch one-by-one to remove his intertwinement and then resew my single threads into a new pattern. The new design couldn't be embroidered until I had approached each, individual stitch and handled it distinctly.

Even though I've known on a broad scale that everything is different, I still have had to encounter each unique experience to deliberately replace the old with the new. Again, this sucks. And it's not anything I can prepare for. I can't preemptively handle a stitch ahead of time. I have to just wait until it naturally comes along, and I never really know when that will happen.

Sometimes, enough time passes that I think I’ve finally accepted and realized it all fully. But then, out of nowhere, March Madness begins, and I have to resist the urge to ask him how his bracket is doing. (Or a variety of other unanticipated situations.) Generally, when these lapses in memory occur, I chastise myself into believing that I should be over it by now, and what in the world is my problem? 

However, I’m trying to extend a little grace to myself in this regard. I need to be patient with my recovery from such a tragic life loss and readjusting to my New Now. It takes time. More than a dozen years together can’t be replaced in just a few months. It’s going to take a while to cultivate and embrace the New Now.

Recently, after I had gotten more than a little irritated with myself about how long this process of unraveling and reweaving is taking me, my therapist offered reassurance by explaining that it’s an actual physiological phenomenon to adjust to change. In very layman’s terms: My brain has had over a decade to literally build grooves for common pathways of thought, and it will continue to take the path of least resistance unless forced otherwise. Every time I fall back on my instinct to think the way I did when we were together, it’s simply because that’s how my brain has been trained to act over the years. It’s not because I’m weak, stupid, or naïve. So, likewise, every time I’m in a position to respond the way I had grown used to in the past, I have to literally stop my brain from relying on those well-worn trenches and consciously make an effort to create new paths. It’s hard work, you guys.

In light of this, I’m trying to give myself a break. When I’m attempting to combat neurological synapses that are incredibly solid from years and years of reinforcement, I can’t expect them to be overcome in a short while with comparatively weak connections and shallow grooves.

That’s a relief.

Maybe I’m not crazy. 

Maybe you’re not either.

Maybe it just takes a while to adjust to any major life change. Maybe it takes a lot of effort to retrain our brains to fully function in the New Now and completely accept that the Old Way is no longer applicable. Maybe that’s why they say "time heals all wounds," because time to encounter all of these experiences is exactly what is required to reprogram our brains to embrace the New Now.

Maybe we’re just humans doing our best.

And maybe we’re not alone in the struggle.





12 comments:

  1. You are an amazing writer! You really should publish a book. Thanks for being so translucent and authentic. Love ya friend!

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  2. Speechless again. Your willingness to let others learn from your pain is beautiful.

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  3. Beautiful Mindy! Last year in the middle of my wedding preparations, one of my best friends suddenly backed out, but stayed in touch and a week before the wedding told me how excited she was to come... The day came and went.. And she did not show up, call or text, and deleted me from FB. Nothing had happened between us, she just left our friendship. I constantly want to still text or call her when i have exciting news, a funny inside joke we shared and the like. For almost 10 years she was a constant in my life, then she disappeared. Although it isn't as heart-wrenching as a marriage, I had to let myself feel the loss in order to heal. Love your beautiful words!

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    1. Ciara, that makes perfect sense. I'm sorry that happened to you. Losing a close friendship is one of the hardest relationships to lose. It can for real be like a legit breakup. Adjusting to life without that companionship is difficult in its own right. (I've been down that road, too.) Thank you for sharing your story. I'm glad we can both know neither of us is alone. :)

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  4. So good! I'm legit impressed at all the hard work you've done even though, as you say, it sucks.

    And I'll second you writing a book :)

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    1. Girl, you know I appreciate (*cough*need*cough*) your encouragement. Thank you so much.

      And here comes that book again... ;)

      Mwa!

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  5. Thanks for letting us "read your mind" ...not only to know how to pray for you, but that you're able to help others in same or similar situations. For me, it's helpful to hear how your therapist explained things - and that can include numerous situations and habits we have ingrained in our brains. It can apply to any unhealthy habit I want to change.

    I'm terribly sorry the unraveling is so painful, and you're right about giving yourself grace! But I KNOW that God is reweaving the most beautiful masterpiece from your New Now. I have absolutely zero doubts about that! Love you always. :)

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    1. Kristen, thanks so much for the feedback. I always appreciate your love.

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  6. Your words are an INSPIRATION to everyone who reads them! I'm no psychic, but I see a book in your future! <3 <3 <3

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    1. I'm so lucky to have a dad who supports and loves on me. Thank you so much for your constant encouragement. Now, there are no promises on that book, but we'll see where the Lord leads! :)

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  7. Look at you being all inspired and stuff. ;) Who knew all this emotion would stir up so much creativity! I'm still rooting for the interior design route, but writing is good, too. :)

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    1. Ha, Samantha, you crack me up. Who knows? Maybe the creativity can flow from multiple channels? (Don't get your hopes up.) ;)

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