I'm having a hard time. My health concerns have brought forth issues of fear, and also an awareness of how each road I take is one that I must truly take alone. Although, I understand the supportive nature of other relationships in my life, I am realizing that when I wake up in the morning, the thoughts I have in my head are mine, just as the thoughts and feelings I have each night I go to bed at night. I walk through the moments in between surrounded by others, BUT truly my experiences are individual. I am scared. I think I have held closely onto T for dependency of "she is there always with me." But, she's not really. Am I waking up from a fantasy? I feel so confused. She's there for 1 hour a week, no less, no more. I hold her in my heart during every waking moment but when it comes down to it, this is my journey; one I walk alone.
If a life threatening diagnosis is in the future, then it's mine. Nobody can take away the disease, the pain of treatment I will have to endure, or the emotional overwhelm as I struggle for survival. I've come so far in healing, and I am so scared that it will all be a waste. What if I have finally learned how to live life as my own person and now I don't get the chance? I am scared.
As I struggle with these fears, I also struggle with reaching out to her. The fantasy that she can take away my suffering and pain is gone. I recognize that what exists is limited, especially outside of that room. If I do get the chance to freely walk away, clear and healthy, then walking ahead in therapy, free and clearly, is only a matter of time. As I walk ahead, I realize that our relationship shifts. I need her less. I want her more, but I need her less. She slowly sees that and holds firm to the fact that a friendship cannot last beyond those four walls. A REAL relationship, just as I have said from day one, has not developed. It was a stand-in until one day I'd make it on my own. If the time comes where I am lying in a hospital bed with the realization that my life is coming to its final chapter, will she sit beside me and take my hand? I don't think so because just as it was in life, I will walk into death the only way possible; alone.