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The Memory Bank

Posted on: January 22, 2022 | Posted by: Bryan Martin

It all adds up doesn’t it? I’ve had days where it’s one bad thing again and again. I couldn’t catch a break. Life seems so tough when I’m right in the middle of the storm.

I used to dwell on the harder days way more then dwelling on the good ones. You know what I mean? We do it all the time. We could have a friend say 20 positive things about us and then one thing that is off and those 20 nice things get flushed from our memory.  No matter how hard we try, that one negative comment out weighs all the rest. We start walking in the worry.

Of course when Clayton passed away, and honestly his whole illness leading up to his final day, I was surrounded by fear and wounded from walking in the worry. The fog of fear wraps around and you lose your ability to see anything except the Hell your living in and your mind plays out future days full of after-death difficulties.

“I’ll be alone. I’m so scared. I have to pay all the bills myself. What if I can’t? What if I get sick? Who’s going to take care of me? Will I be able to buy food? Will I be kicked out of my apartment? Will I survive?”

There were so many of those thoughts. There was so much extra emotion filled by worry which fueled the anxiety. I realized that meant it was me increasing the heat of my own Hell! So I started worrying about worrying.

The cycle continued until I finally admitted that I was adding to the problem – I was adding value to the hard days. That was the toughest part of my mind change but the biggest step forward. I stopped worrying about the future and I admitted to myself that I was giving all my value to my grief. I was refusing to acknowledge the good days of past and the possibility of good days in the future. I hadn’t checked in on where my overall life’s investments were.

A step back to look at the bank statements of my life and my good day account has a much higher value than my bad day account. Checking in on where I had recently been adding value showed me that I was investing more into the bad day account than the good day account. That’s not where I want to deposit my time and I’m the only one who can invest in either those accounts.

So take a minute to stop and check your memory bank. Leave your emotions to the side and look at the data around your “feeling financials.” On the hard days, help yourself to avoid adding to the financial fire and place value in the good day account. There’s power in memory math…

Categories: Widowed, Widowed & Unmarried, Widowed Memories, Widowed and Healing, Widowed Emotions, LGBTQ+ Widowed, Widowed by Illness

About Bryan Martin

In 2016 my life all started to fall into place. A new job as a Supervisor for animals at a small aquarium along the beautiful Florida gulf coast. It was a dream for Clayton and I to move to the beach, get settled and get married. In June of 2017 my father passed away after a long battle with opiods and alcohol. Four months later, Clayton was rushed to the hospital and diagnosed with acute liver failure. Not having been able to truly mourn my father, I was faced with knowing that Clayton (Tin as my family calls him) would also be leaving me. I had dreams of marriage, vacations and a long life together. I watched all of those dreams fade away more and more each day as I cared for him until his final days. He passed away April 16, 2018 the day after my sister’s birthday.

Now I am through the fog of the first year and reality is setting in this second time around the sun. I’m very much alone in this sleepy beach town. I’m trying to just maintain balance with my new normal. I get depressed, angry, sad, jealous, confused and disoriented. Some days are better than others and I remind myself that it is normal. So many people think my life is back to normal and fulfilling because I work with dolphins and penguins but the magic left everything when Tin passed away. I have trouble feeling passion about most things that used to light my fire. I have feelings that oppose one another and it is exhausting. I want to feel happy for others but want to know why I can’t have what they have.

Along my journey, I have had tough days and some wonderful days but at the end of each day I still don't have the answer to my one question....Why?

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