Three and a half years ago, after several of my nearest and dearest died within a few months, I had what I can only describe as a breakdown.
Long story short, I fell down and haven’t been able to fully get up ever since.
Not only haven’t I been able to, but I began thinking it might not be possible.
I don’t need to tell anyone who’s gone through it that grief is a real motherfucker. It doesn’t care about anyone or anything else. It’s totally and unapologetically selfish.
My grief has consumed and isolated me so much that my former life sometimes feels like something I read in a book or saw in a movie.
Since my breakdown began, I’ve lived in survival mode.
I quit my corporate job and spent a year crying and trying to wake up from the nightmare. I only did what I had to and only saw people I needed to.
Eventually, I realized I needed to make a living again and started Collide Press with some fellow LGBTQ creatives. We collaborated on hundreds of original and remixed works of art and design as print-on-demand wall art, apparel, and more.
After our “beginner’s luck” ran out, the original crew slowly moved on to work on other, more profitable, projects. As one does when the bottom line isn’t adding up.
At the same time, Lady Luck stepped in to help my male-centric montages gain an audience. First on YouTube and then on Substack.
While the struggle to make ends meet continues to be real some months, having a focus and purpose professionally has helped me personally too. At least a little.
My online, professional life continues to expand and thrive.
My offline, personal life does good to doggy-paddle and survive.
But something shifted this week.
Nothing huge happened—no single event that flipped a switch. Just a series of small moments. I had a few conversations didn’t leave me completely drained. I unclogged a drain in my kitchen. I remembered my love ones with a smile on my face instead of with tears in my eyes.
For the first time in a long time, I felt a little lighter. My life felt a little brighter.
I’m not saying I’m all better or healed. I’m not saying I won’t still have bad days ahead. But for the first time in a long, long time, I feel like maybe—just maybe—I’m starting to turn back on the light grief turned off. Hopefully, I am becoming someone new who’s been shaped by grief, not someone who has been forever broken by it.
If you’ve been there—or if you’re there now—I see you, boo.
And I won’t tell you to just “keep trying” because I know how empty those words can feel, how fucking hard “trying” can be when you don’t see a way out. But I encourage you to be on the lookout for the small shifts..and the dimmer switch.
Frankly, I have quite a few messes to clean up—messes created by avoidance, anxiety, depression, and fear. It will likely take months to regain any semblance of a “normal” life again. But I believe that things take as long as they need to take.
One day, maybe when I least expect it, I hope to catch a glimpse of the man in the mirror and welcome him back. In the meantime, at least he’s starting to look familiar.
Thanks for reading…and have a brighter day!
Clint 🌈✌️
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Try to surround yourself with what you love and keep writing. I find it SO important to express what's inside. I've dealt with a lot of anxiety in my life too. We're all here for each other. Peace, my friend.
Cint, hang in there. I lost my wife of 55 years six years ago, and at first it was just a fog of living day to day, but then it dawned on me that she is at rest, opening up new opportunities for me to be myself, to enjoy what is ahead not what is past. Now, I have times I am down, but I understand that the past will always be there, but the past is the past. I cannot change it. I have a new life now, open at last to the fact I am actually gay, not bisexual. When feelings toward men arise, I no longer try to hide those feelings, and because of my age, I just enjoy them mentally. I too have lost friends in the last few years, and it is really hard because I miss them, but I realize these are precious memories that are part of me, not the current reality. Please do not interpret what I have written as negative view of what you are going through. It just takes time to reestablish your life and that takes patience. We are there for you.