02/22/2023
I have lived my life catching glimpses of my father. Moments where I can feel him, and hear his words unslurred by alcohol, speaking wisdom that only someone who has been through as much as he has could ever speak.
But most of the time I felt like there were so many layers of... I don’t know what, trauma, PTSD, anxiety, addiction, in between us. Like plexiglass. I want so badly to feel him, to hear him, to see him, but most of the time the glass is fogged and thick, yet even then I never doubt that he loves me. Somehow his love for me has always been able to pe*****te any layer of whatever exists between us.
I think it is because of my father that I see people for who they are created to be, not who they are currently showing the world that they are or even who they believe themself to be. I look at everyone as a culmination of all they have been through. I’ve had an awareness since I was a child that addiction isnt something people choose simply because they love a substance, it’s something they choose because they can’t bear the weight of their reality.
I realize now that my obsession with understanding anxiety, addiction, PTSD, and depression is because I have believed that one day I would find the “answer” that would bring my dad back to fully experiencing life before he loses the chance to live again. And everyday is bittersweet as I help others reconnect to their lives yet so ominously feel that the sand in the hour glass of time is always moving and I still haven’t found a way to help my dad.
My dad has taught me that those of us with the roughest edges are the ones with the most beautiful souls. Addiction, depression, anxiety are all defenses that we have to protect what we inherently know is so precious within us.