Love is an illusion

One needs closure to move on from any situation where one is hurt.  The best closure includes the party that was involved in, or contributed to the pain.  Absent that, it is very difficult to move on with uncertainty hanging in the air like a unseen odorless gas waiting to suck the air from your lungs.  At some level, I dared to hope for something that could never be.  As the reality of the situation sets in, I can feel my heart harden as I remind myself that we are carbon forms that act on instinct and any illusion of a spiritual connection is nothing more than a malformed electrical connection in my utilitarian brain.

Goodbye A

A is home and she is not the girl that left three months ago.  I knew I was right when I counseled her not to join the Marines.  She has become like a robot with no feelings.  She clearly suffers from PTSD resulting from her experience at boot camp.  I can't imagine what will happen when she gets deployed if she is involved with combat.  This is so fucked up.  I am overwrought with anxiety.  She hardly talks to me now.  I am just a civilian and civilians are disgusting with no purpose.  Yep, they really rewired her.  Her boyfriend who went to boot camp at the same time appears to have suffered some type of brain damage.  His speech is slow and he hardly moves his mouth.  It almost seems like he got a concussion or something. 

So it is time to say goodbye and move on.  My new mantra is "I am in control of my emotions".  I have to focus on what is truly important in my life and let the other bullshit go.  It is so true that happiness is tied to desire as the Buddhists believe.  I can see it in my life but I ignore it instead of re-framing my thoughts and desires.

Where's rock bottom?

Last night I slept for maybe two hours.  Yesterday was a rollercoaster emotionally.  The blue pills don't work as well now.   I stayed pretty focused at work though.  Today I am working as well

I had a couple of brief text exchanges with A yesterday and this morning.  We may see her and her boyfriend tonight or tomorrow.

Next week I'm going to make an appt for meds.  I hate the idea and it makes me feel weak, but feeling the way I have for the past few months is worse.

Who's calling?

I spoke to A for the first time in three months yesterday.  I was home with a nasty cold and was becoming very anxious as I assumed she had access to a phone but was not calling.  As the minutes turned into hours I could not shake her from my mind.  Every time my phone rang I jumped hoping it was her.  Finally, around 11:00, my phone rang again displaying a number that I knew belonged to her brother.  "Hello Dirk" she said in a raspy voice.  "A, it is so good to hear from you" I replied.  We talked briefly but she called back twice again and I spoke to her a few minutes each time.  My mood changed instantly.  I was upbeat and positive.  I will see her soon as she is home for twenty days then off to to the USMC School of Infantry for thirty days.