Today feels lonely. I expected living alone would occasionally feel like this, and most days aren't lonely days but when they do suffice, they hurt. I feel the loneliness inside of me, creeping up my inside walls finding a way into my heart. It's a pain I can't describe, although I very much feel it. I can't tell you the root to my loneliness, as it's not being alone that hurts me. In a way I was used to being on my own before I moved out. I relied on myself for a very long time, at a very young age. Although now, I like my independence and have grown with it. I am not the scared little girl I was six years ago. I am not the self harmer or the girl who cries too much any longer. I am merely the girl who's moved on with her life, and I think I'm doing pretty well. However, these feelings become blurred when loneliness kicks in.
My eighteen year old self no longer cries weekly in mourning over my Mother. If I'm totally honest, I rarely let myself think of the loss. Don't get me wrong I still think about her and the times we shared, however I no longer have to cry myself to sleep in order to try and release these emotions. I've learned the feelings will never escape, it is just something I have to live with and cope with or I'll go crazy trying to fight them.
"The sense of loss will never ebb away, it simply becomes part of you, like a familiar coat or cardigan you wrap around you. But this pain and loss makes you stronger, giving you a sense of purpose to go on and to continue your life as your Mum would want you too..."
After someone special to me offered these kind words, I realised there is no better way to describe my loss than that. At first, the coat is heavy and pulls you down. It is a burden. However as time travels and you seem to be rooted to the same spot without movement, you realise when you peer back how far you've come. It doesn't hit you right away, and if I'm completely honest, It has only just dawned on me how different I am to the girl who lost her mummy. When I say to myself I was only twelve when she was taken, my heart breaks into a million pieces. I'm always going to be that twelve year old somewhere deep down. However I've learned to build on her, make her stronger and independent. I've learned to embrace the feelings that used to haunt me, and I feel like a different person altogether sometimes. I've made her proud, I'm sure of it...and from the day she passed, that was my one and only goal.
For Ellie
I know you can't remember this, sweetie. So I'll remember it for you. After Mum was diagnosed with cancer the first time and she was at home in remission, she sat us both together on her bed and told us some things I can never forget. "I love you girls more than anyone in this whole world. You know that, and don't you ever forget it." She said this with tears in her eyes, looking more vulnerable than ever. "...And if anything ever happens to me, you both promise me you'll look after each other and care for each other and stand by one another's sides? Promise me" I don't blame you for being too young to remember Ells, you were only eight...but we did promise her. And although I feel like I haven't stuck to my promise, and haven't been there for you as much as I should of been, well I just want you to know I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you and standing by you through tough and easy. I love you Eleanor, with all of my heart and everything else I have. You're my baby, and you always will be. Don't ever forget how far you've come, and how far you're going. You have the world at your feet and I will always be proud of the beautiful young woman you've turned into. Forever and always my princess, I promise. x