angry

I have been angry. Simmering beneath the surface of my consciousness. A few days ago, maybe a week, it bubbled to the surface through a crack called resentment. I did not express my anger directly, I just had a "justified" resentment. Justified resentment I am pretty sure means I get to focus my own ire at someone else in the form of blaming. Hocus pocus, change the focus, get off me and onto someone else what is really going on inside my own head. In early recovery I read, "What about the justified resentments? We find they are best left to those more qualified to handle them."

Often I have described, when asked "how do you feel?", how my emotions run the full gamut every day. Mad, sad, glad, scared, up and down, sometimes even despair and hopeless. I cannot remember the last time I felt hopeless before Cancer. Physically vibrant, tired, sluggish, in action or sitting on my butt (laurels?)give me the variety (roller coaster?). Those answers to "how do you feel" may well be honest answers for most humans on any given day. For me, it has taken cancer to help me express and see the rest of what has always been there - emotions that seem not okay to feel. I learned as a kid that anger is not okay for anyone except my Dad. Not blaming him here, he got it from his dad, who got it from his dad, and his dad . . . a gift that keeps on giving.

I come from a line of men on one side who hit, throw, and verbally assault to deal with anger. The men I grew up with who did not throw or hit or cut with words? Well, they stuffed it. Down and in not up and out. When I stuff it, it percolates into passive agressive thinking and behavior, or it mutates into depression. The last time I hit was 1978. Wife #1. That is a pain on my soul I feel to this day. Since it was not okay to be angry as a kid, and it came out so ghoulishly as a young man, I learned to stuff it. Part of the function of my drug use and abuse for 26 years was to keep a lid on the slow simmer of emotions stuffed. Sad, scared, mad - stuffed.

So, now I have been in recovery for near 16 years. No drugs. A little better at expressing emotions instead of stuffing. I can cry fairly readily and say "I am sad." Even scared is within my verbal skills to express. But anger is still very awkward and often squeezed into a different costume.

I feel anger about this thing trying to grow inside me and grab what seems everything so dear to me. Anger at the medicine (solution?) that near incapacitates me several hours of every day. Drags me down much of the rest of my day - easily tire, I am not as sharp or quick mentally. EVERY day I wake knowing I get to take poison guaranteed to rule much of my day. It pisses me off that I also must see that same poison as "my friend"!

Of course I feel sad about the many changes in my life and my loved one's lives. The impact on Jacki is profoundly stressful and she too experiences an emotional roller coaster. The coaster mostly is not extreme up and down, it is just continuously there in the background. It wears. I know that she contains her swings to protect me and I contain my swings to protect her. Maybe neither of us needs that much protection. We must not just stuff it, because that takes too great a toll.

My sponsor said underneath this anger is fear, My first thought was that he was full of BS and that I fear very little about this whole scenario around having cancer. Now, as his laser eye spotted it, I recognize and see the fears. My kind of cancer cells are fatal and there exists no cure as of this moment in medical time. I fear what that will do to Jacki, my daughter and those close in my life. My Mom would be hit so hard by a 2nd child going before her.

I fear being laughed at for feeling and expressing such fear and anger. "There goes Bill again talking about the cancer." I am angry about not getting to work and earn and spike my income beyond what SS pays me. I resent the wobbly physical symptom I get every day when I cannot drive and stairs are difficult. What about my persona of being Bill G, the strong, kind, loving, even, solid guy who helps and sponsors and speaks inspirationally. I am still all that, AND I get to be human including angry amd afaid. I am even going to be pissed off if any comments come telling me to push it back down, get it together and suck it up!

Intellectually I understand that I am grieving: anger, denial, bargaining - what are the other two? I am going through them too. Throw in some massive amount of self centered - thinking about me and not even asking about you. Inside it feels like a big jumbled up mess, a quagmire that I mostly keep tucked in what I think is out of sight. Yet some of you see it. You ask and I give canned answers. I must let some this stuff out, vomit it out if I have to, because what I have been doing is too hard, too tough and too unrealistic of expectations on myself. And to cover the truth is distancing from you and too much work for me. So let's not tip toe through the tulips. Be a little more human and real about what this is like. Stop comparing me and mine to you and yours - it never comes out even.

God's gonna take care of all of this. Maybe after writing this, talking, praying, I can move into faith that His will is pretty good.

I'm gonna post this before I chicken out and start rationalizing it all away.
Bill