Subtraction
Some
would say I am bipolar
Others
would concur I have gone off the deep end / lost my marbles / became apeshit
Still, many say I ignore them
assuming, I am no longer worth their time
assuming, I am no longer worth their time
Grief
is a subtraction of the soul
Grief
gathers the emotions to compile the missing which creates
Depression
It
gathers the emotions to save the missing and shows the hidden
PTSD
This
is where grievers fight for their life to exist as they once understood it
As
they ONCE understood
There
is no logic
Logic is a misconception of numbers that
never never never never
come close to equaling the chaos theory—
come close to equaling the chaos theory—
Grief
is beyond the numbers
I am
not bipolar—there are times I must switch gears quickly in the middle of
something important or I will become a display case that makes everyone
uncomfortable
Go ahead, tell me I
should
We
all know the consequences of this action
Subtraction
equals nonreaction
When
I walk away to go off the deep end, to
lose my marbles, to go apeshit, don’t follow me, you won’t
like me
This is the me that has no control
This is the me trying to cope and finding no answers
This is the me that must exist right now
I
have to do this to regain sanity
Loosing
the mind briefly adds to me, teaches
me who I am—
that part of me I ignored and kept hidden
that part of me I ignored and kept hidden
This
is getting in touch
This
is organized chaos crossing over
Subtracting equals a positive just let it be
Subtracting equals a positive just let it be
I
don’t ignore people because I don’t like them . . .
I ignore people because my emotions
can’t deal with them—right now
or for a few weeks
or for a few weeks
At
least I try to let these people know but often I can’t, I just can’t
because I can’t
deal with any long conversations
because I can’t hear what I should do . . . all those different good meaning phrases
because I can’t hear what I should do . . . all those different good meaning phrases
Or, you
think making me laugh will change where I am
Depends
on my chemistry at the time—
not everything is funny or memorable or comical during my time
not everything is funny or memorable or comical during my time
Of
coping
More input isn’t always good
When
happiness begins to flicker, sometimes, I need to focus
Focus
on the essentials of life
No,
that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped laughing
It
means I’ve became choosier about what will make me laugh
which will add positive numbers to the chaos
which will add positive numbers to the chaos
There
is that small circle of association during this time
They
know what I need
They
know what to do
They
know me
If
my actions have offended you
By
all means . . . don’t speak to me
Take
me off your list of friends
DON’T make me feel guilty for
surviving the best I can
I
know who I should be with
and when I should be with them
and where I should be
as I struggle and
restructure me
subtraction
is livelihood subtraction is
equalizing subtraction is . . . composing
I
write this because no one can walk in my shoes
because too many have words of wisdom that have no clue
because I hear “that isn’t right”
because I hear “it’s time to move on”
because people don’t see the whole scene and often don’t want to
because too many have words of wisdom that have no clue
because I hear “that isn’t right”
because I hear “it’s time to move on”
because people don’t see the whole scene and often don’t want to
making the grieving person feel guilty doesn’t change the grief—it only makes it deeper because you won’t understand where the person is
Right
now, Right here, This moment
Guilt only
makes it deeper, makes the person feel worthless, makes a person feel as if
s/he is always doing wrong, makes a person feel worse than s/he already does,
makes a person fall deeper into the nowhere place, the nowhere place where
numbers swim inconsistently, where numbers do not mean logic, where chaos theory
isn’t organize chaos, where time loops again and again, a replay of the replay
with no way to get out
Please
take a moment before judging the grieving soul—death of a loved one changes a
person, a part of who that person is now gone, s/he must restructure, create
again with subtracting numbers, learning that the hole cannot be filled and
will not be filled and will never have logic in it and accepting this . . .
accepting this . . . accepting this logic
is for the living side of the soul
It
is easier to add than it is to subtract
Don’t
place more pain unto the person who is still learning to take away and live