The human waterfall
A page in the diary "Good mourning!"
Written by Luise 5. Dec 2007 12:59 AM
Hi diary and everybody out there,
how much can one person cry? I am such a raw egg at the moment. It was all too much for me.
This morning I received an eMail from the mother of Canada, she told about how they are going and asked affectionately how I am and how the job interview went, and there was only one little phrase: He is at home at the moment. He is well.
And something touched me in the pit of my stomach, but I ignored it, as I was appointed with a friend to visit IKEA (Do you have IKEA in Australia?). Just to feel sick and panicky for the whole morning, until I came back and started writing an answer to her. And the tears began to flow...I'm just sad, so incredibly sad, and I miss him so much, I miss his loveable parts so much, I miss the friend, I miss telling him about the job in spain. It is so hard to know that he still exists and that there are people who are close to him and who still SEE him, and it is hard to realize again and again that this really happened to me and what a terrible time it was and how much I have lost.
I am nothing but pain. It breaks me in pieces, or like he would say: It's eating me alive.
I understand the urge to hurt myself physically just to feel something else than the inner pain.
And then the spain thing seems sooooo too much for me. I need so much strength. I am terrified by all the things I have to do, it's all too much and I'm so scared by this huge change.
And then this morning I had a paper at my car accusing me to having damaged the car of someone. But I don't remember having done anything. But I called the person – a woman – and told her I don't remember the accident, sorry, and she went very angry and told me she would go to the police and make a complaint. I tried to explain but she just hung up.
My father told me to go to the police by myself, and – lucky me – I met this woman at the police station. We argued a while, both trying to explain, watched by a sedate policeman, and after some time I couldn't hold back my tears. And she was very sorry, told me she didn't want anything bad, she just wanted somebody to look at the car to see if it was ok, she was friendly in the end and we found an agreement, but I still can't stop to cry, I am so ashamed, I should be happy, my life is ok, I am loved by my friends, I've got the job of my dream and all I want to do is hide in my bed and cry. But unfortunately I can't, I have so much work to do, but today I can't do it, and for this I'm also ashamed, why can I not take it easy and be happy?
And I don't have the heart to call any of my friends, as I believe that nobody would understand.
I myself don't understand.
Well, except that it was all a bit too much.
Sorry for the rant,
but that's how I feel.
Luise.