Becoming
To become. Become what? Successful, wise, a mother, a writer, a wife, happy, healthy…
There is so much to become that sometimes I forget to Be.
I know how to become.
What you want.
What you need.
Your savior.
Your trusty companion.
Your emotional sponge.
Your caretaker.
Your therapist.
I have become a master. A master at knowing how to tiptoe around your sadness, your anger, your fear, your emotions, your schedule, your triggers, your…everything.
I become you so I don’t have to be me. Don’t have to feel the ache in me. ‘Cause it’s easier to try and fix the ache in you.
I believe this is what the “experts” call enmeshment. Blurring the lines between me and you until I can’t tell if my feelings are mine or yours.
To become one instead of two.
But honestly, that’s not what I want. Maybe it was 20 years ago, but not now. I actually want to feel. To be me.
To embody myself.
Because it’s literally impossible to embody another human. I M P O S S I B L E.
Eleven years of therapy, 2 years of recovery, countless yoga sessions, bodywork, a divorce, and many, many hard conversations and still…
still, becoming you seems better than being me.
Or, it did.
I am beginning to let the void expand. Just enough. Just long enough to realize that I don’t love me (so I need you to love me to feel worthy).
I am attached–to every word, every look, every movement, every breath of yours as if it were my own. And the moment any of those change, I question.
Did I do something?
Am I OK?
How can I fix it?
Is something wrong?
Are they sick of me?
Are they leaving?
I didn’t become enough to be loved.
My friend and I were talking last night about the way the world demands more of us as humans. And shit…how much more can we possibly become?
I thought, maybe it’s not really about how much more I can become, but how much I can Be.
Be what I’ve always been: lovable and worthy.
If I spent as many hours Being Me instead of trying to become you, what would happen?
If I let my energy emanate instead of assimilate.
If, instead of a void to be filled, I saw space to grow.