Like my father’s come to pass, seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again, falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again, becoming who we all
September marks seven years since everything flipped upside down, since everything turned topsy-turvy, since my life went totally off-kilter. It’s kind of funny because even though my father isn’t actually dead as in he kicked the bucket, emotionally he’s dead to me as I don’t speak to him, haven’t seen him in seven years.
Funnily enough, this time seven years ago this song was all over the radio. I heard it on the bus going to school every single morning (along with the DHT cover of “Listen To Your Heart”). Kind of funny that seven years later, it sums up my feelings about the month of September.
September isn’t as loaded as October 31st is for me, but September is still a month of loss, a time of grief. September 2005 is when my health started spiraling out of control. September 2005 was when I started to realize who my true friends were. So much happened seven years ago. So much happened.
As my memory rests, but never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
I fully believe that one day my memory will be at ease, but I don’t know when that day will be. I believe there will be one day that’s not taunted by flashbacks and nightmares and painful memories. I fully believe that will be a day where it will all just be another faded scar, another jaded memory. Kind of like the lyrics from the opening theme of my favourite anime (taken from the Japanese translation to English and not the English version): “Even when yesterday’s wounds remain, take yesterday’s tears and turn them into tomorrow’s strength.”
I don’t have to let the past control me. I don’t have to let myself be consumed by the memories. But just because I finally process the pain after all these years, just because I finally come to terms with the past, doesn’t mean that I forget it. It doesn’t mean that I have to forget it at all, but it also doesn’t have to be at the forefront of my memory.
A lot has changed in seven years. I’ve gone from an 18 year old high school senior to a 25 year old college student. I never dreamed on my first day of high school that these seven years would turn out the way that they did: The whole ordeal with my father, losing my health, losing some of my mobility, moving to Minnesota, taking time of school, still being in College, this, that, and the other. It’s kind of baffling, really, what all has happened over the course of seven years. And how in some ways I’m so different, but in some ways some things never change.
All this doesn’t mean that sometimes I just want to skip the month of September, and October as well for good measure. Maybe one September, I won’t just want it to end before it begins .Maybe one September, I won’t want it to just go away.
will i lose my dignity? will someone care?
will i wake tomorrow from this nightmare?
there’s only us, there’s only this,
forget regret, or life is yours to miss.
no other road, no other way, no day but today.
It’s not September yet. It will be in just over an hour. It may be a difficult time – but maybe this year at long last, I can start healing and fully living it the now, instead of being trapped in the past.