My Love, the Darkness is Coming

How do you tell your new husband that the (relatively) sane woman he married is on leave and a weepy clinically depressed woman is moving in? How do you tell him that you’re not sure how long she’ll stick around, a day, a week, or a month, but last time she visited she really overstayed her welcome, and stuck around four years? How do you break it to your sweetheart that you cannot always be the woman he adores?

My love,

The darkness has been hovering around me, an ominous little cloud, following me, threatening to settle and obscure my vision.

For a month or more I’ve been trying to shake off my mood. Perk up under the weight of discontent and unease. Buck up. Smile. Remind myself of all my blessings. After all, everything is lovely! The kids are getting along, I’m finally married to the man of my dreams, you’ve found a job, we’re so in love. Instead, it has only gotten heavier and settled more firmly until I, only this week, recognized it for what it was.

My depression.

It’s back.

I tried to tell you yesterday. Tried to warn you. Another woman lives in my chest. I thought she was gone for good, I honestly did, but here she comes again.

Not the one you married, the belly-laughing, fiery tempered, roller-coaster of a woman, all highs and lows. This other woman wades through sorrow. She is thick and muted with it. Sorrow clouds her vision, slows her speech, and drags at her feet. She has neither the energy nor the necessary anger to combat the darkness. It envelopes her.

Tears rose up in me over and over yesterday, then again this morning. Big fat unattached drops of sorrow keep welling up in my eyes without a source, save this general cloud of grief. Soon you will see them and will ask, of course, “What’s wrong.”

And I will have no answer to give you. No gift of specificity. Nothing to blame. In fact, nothing is wrong. It’s just that, once again, nothing is right.

I wish that I could hand you my sadness, pinpoint its roots, and allow you to repair it, patch it, put me back together the way you fixed the front doorbell. If it were possible, I promise I would let change my feelings as easily as you change the oil in the car. More than I fear the darkness, more than I fear my sorrow, I am petrified at the damage your wife’s unhappiness will do to you. How will you shoulder the burden of a broken woman you cannot fix? A weeping woman you cannot cheer? You just take it so personally, my love, when you cannot make me happy. I worry that your wife’s darkness will crush you.

I will not tell you today either. Today we celebrate my birthday. And you’ve been planning and you’ve been plotting. Gifts I’m not to know about, dinner plans, family gathered. So I will give you the gift for my birthday. One more day of joy. One more day with the woman you love. I will wrap myself in a glittering covering of laughter and top it off with a bow of a smile.

But tomorrow, I will steel myself, gather up every bit of my courage, and introduce you to your other wife.

My love, I will say, this too is me. I am joy but I am sorrow. I am light, but I am also its absence. I am laughter, but, O yes, I am tears.

And I will trust you.

Believing that you can hold my hand in the night,

Counting on you to walk beside me in the storm,

Relying on you to be strong enough to love both of the women who inhabit me.

This too is a gift.

Love you sweetheart, Bunches.

Photo Credit: Adapted from Full moon with beginning of penumbral lunar eclipse by Ilona L on Flickr; used under Creative Commons License.

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24 thoughts on “My Love, the Darkness is Coming

  1. Thank you for sharing this piece of yourself. When I struggled with PPD, I thought about and described how I felt in pictures and was relieved when I read an article where other women described exactly the same feeling I had experienced. Being able to describe it and relate to other women was a small help. You aren’t alone! Prayers!

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  2. I am so sorry that you have been carrying this burden for so long. I cannot imagine what you are going through. Knowing your husband, yes, he will want to know how to fix you. But he is also madly in love with you and will be there to support you in every and anyway he can. All I can say is trust in the Lord, and keep the communication open and let your love strengthen you. We are here for you!

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  3. My prayer is that somehow – miraculously – you and your husband will be able to experience a peace that neither one of you can explain. It may not mean that your depression goes away overnight, but it may mean that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel – a feeling of inexplicable hope that you both can cling to as you weather this difficult season in your lives. Remember that God is both for you and with you, but I suspect that you have more loving, thoughtful, and empathetuc people in your support network than you may even realize. Let their love and support – as they model Christ’s love for you – carry you ar this time.

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  4. Kate, there is light at the end of the tunnel because you have taken the first step to address it. Your husband may not know how to deal with it but I am sure he will be by your side.
    Just as you have been courageous enough to share what you can see coming, continue to share your journey through darkness. You may be surorised by number of people who come forward to hold your hand.
    Chin up girl!

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  5. Kate, there is light at the end of the tunnel because you have taken the first step to address it. Your husband may not know how to deal with it but I am sure he will be by your side.
    Just as you have been courageous enough to share what you can see coming, continue to share your journey through darkness. You may be surprised by number of people who come forward to hold your hand.
    Chin up girl!

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