Brand New

“I feel brand new.” I said.

Brand new.

It was then that I was struck by something; At what point did I become broken? Or rather, at what point did I start seeing myself as broken? Was it when Mum passed away, or was it the first time she went into hospital? Or was it earlier than that, when my parents split up? 

This idea that I am “brand new” again, is meant to invite peace, gratitude and hope. You are a new person now. You’re like a barbie in a box on a shelf. Dazzling and smiling. But plastic and false. Does this phrase just allow us to distance ourselves from our old pain? 

People often take comfort from the fact that every 7 years, every cell in our body has been completely replaced. As if we’ll be reborn, this new body will carry us without knowing the reason why certain songs make us cry, or why we can’t go to certain places anymore.

Why do we have this self-imposed idea that throughout our lives we are meant to maintain a perfect, crisp version of ourselves? Like untouched snow, or fresh school shoes that we don’t want to scratch.

It confuses me. “I feel brand new.” It just sounds desperate to me now. Why do we have to hide our suffering? 

When you tell someone you are grieving, there’s one of two reactions: people will either jump to tell you their own experiences of grief, without really hearing you, or they are flustered, not knowing what to say. They see you now as a tight rope walker, and at any moment you could fall. 

It is so rare to find someone who just listens. Perhaps that’s why we are so intent on reaching a point where we are again, ourselves. A version of us where we don’t make people uncomfortable, or where “they lost …” isn’t attached to our names. A “brand new” version. Evee 2.0, this model comes with a blog and a permanent detachment from her emotions.

Grief feels all encompassing. It is like a god that dictates your day. Hovering over your shoulder, pushing obstacles into your path that seem unconquerable. Maybe it laughs when you think you see your loved ones smile in a stranger’s face. I think sometimes it’s easy to forget who we were before this God of Grief. 

And I don’t mean before the death. I mean, who we were before worry, illness, lack of sleep, caring, counting medicines, mental illnesses, etc. 

I can’t remember who I was before grief. It’s simple.

Perhaps that’s why I said I felt “brand new”, because although I still grieve and my heart still hurts, I’m moving forward with it. It doesn’t forge my path for me anymore. I don’t let it define me anymore. I am discovering who I am again, but really, maybe it’s who I was all along. 

And whilst I am discovering these “brand new” sides of me, I don’t want to be “brand new”. I never want to have that body that Mummy hasn’t hugged, cuddled, kissed or stroked. I would never take away the pain I have felt because my Mum was an incredible woman who I am so proud to know and call my mother. 

So forget brand new.

I am not brand new. I am proud of my scars, as cheesy as that is. I don’t want to be Evee 2.0 because I’m not even old enough to have discovered all of Evee 1.0 yet.

If you are my age and have been through something similar, you may find it difficult to relate to people your own age, but you will still find people who you relate to. You are not broken. You are not ‘damaged goods’. Losing someone at a young age makes us feel different. But that’s all it is; we feel different. We aren’t. You are still young; and you can still be young. You will one day laugh so hard that you get stitches, and another day you will cry over the shattering pain you feel. That’s okay.

You’re a person something bad happened to. So, what? You are still you.

Evee

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18 thoughts on “Brand New

  1. KJ – I am nothing more or less than who and what I am. I strive to be better than I was the day before. Much I have posted herein is from my youth and unfortunately I have lost or given away without duplicating. Perhaps one day I will learn. But then maybe not. If you have read this I thank you for the time you have taken to do so.
    KJ says:

    You are right. Feel. Open yourself up to it. Joy and sadness alike. In our lowest moments we seem to lose ourselves. Not remembering who we were before whatever it was that happened in our lives to knock us down. We remember only when we catch glimpses of the person that we shut out for one reason or another. In moments like that it is hard when people flee from not wanting to hear any more or those that just shrug and go on. It is also rare to find that ear to hear you out. They are there though. They are the ones who understand the trials you are facing and even knowing they can do little more to help other than let you release. They are there. Sometimes hidden within unexpected people.

  2. Beautifully said. Reflective and wise.

  3. monicatbd – I'm super grateful to say that I've been sober from alcohol since November 16, 2017. I won't get that tattoo'd on me, but I will let it be known on the interwebs! I’m a fur mama of two crazy cats who always keep me entertained as long as I keep them fed. My goal for this blog is to help raise awareness about addiction. It is real. It is scary, but if I can get sober, then I know you can too. Don’t give up on hope. Also, I’ve done a lot of stupid sh!t drinking. The fact that I can look back on some of these things as a sober woman and laugh is a miracle. Sobriety doesn’t mean you stop living. Things change, sure, but if you learn how to roll with the punches, life actually becomes quite enjoyable. Dare I say it’s even better than drinking?!?! Being an addict does not mean you or your friend, family member, coworker, or anyone is a bad person. It means you’re a sick person who needs help. Thankfully help is available in so many ways. If you’re curious about the craziness of active addiction, here’s a link to my old blog: https://unicornmeadowmuffins.wordpress.com.
    monicatbd says:

    This is great! This is how I feel in recovery. I started drinking when I was 16 and I’m just now 601 days sober at 36. I’m still me, but I’m just now figuring out “who” I am. Sure, I’m divorced twice and currently living the single, crazy cat lady life, but I’m a good person at heart and am working on being the best darn me I can be every day. As long as I’m putting one foot in front of the other (no matter how small that step is, then I know I’m going to continue moving forward and changing as new life experiences happen.
    I like to use Dory’s line in Finding Nemo during the rough patches and “just keep swimming” because so far I’ve made it through every bad day I’ve ever had.

    1. You’re story has really touched me, that’s incredible that you have been sober for that long, you must be amazed at your strength and power.
      The crazy cat lady life never hurt anybody!! Good luck on your journey, just keep swimming

      1. monicatbd – I'm super grateful to say that I've been sober from alcohol since November 16, 2017. I won't get that tattoo'd on me, but I will let it be known on the interwebs! I’m a fur mama of two crazy cats who always keep me entertained as long as I keep them fed. My goal for this blog is to help raise awareness about addiction. It is real. It is scary, but if I can get sober, then I know you can too. Don’t give up on hope. Also, I’ve done a lot of stupid sh!t drinking. The fact that I can look back on some of these things as a sober woman and laugh is a miracle. Sobriety doesn’t mean you stop living. Things change, sure, but if you learn how to roll with the punches, life actually becomes quite enjoyable. Dare I say it’s even better than drinking?!?! Being an addict does not mean you or your friend, family member, coworker, or anyone is a bad person. It means you’re a sick person who needs help. Thankfully help is available in so many ways. If you’re curious about the craziness of active addiction, here’s a link to my old blog: https://unicornmeadowmuffins.wordpress.com.
        monicatbd says:

  4. Beautiful post. My daughter is 16 and speaks about a lot of the emotions and struggles you touch on here. I want her to read this to show her she is okay. In fact she is amazing and my hero.

    1. It is so good that she is able to talk about her feelings emotions. Hopefully she can find some help from readin it, just to know she’s not alone.
      To go through everything so Young shows a true strength:)

  5. ashok – I Love, I Travel, I Meditate Am a Learner and love to share my experiences😊 I love people and I love Nature ❤️❤️ Nature is God and I love God 😊❤️🙏 Though I love to travel, I love people more😊 and I can travel long long distances to be with people I love. And I love myself even more. I love to be with me and my thoughts 😊
    ashok says:

    Not only you are ‘still you’ Evee. You are a much better version of what you were before
    Happy days come and they go
    Sad days come and they go.
    Watch them both with peace.
    Love and blessings

  6. I lost my Dad at a similar age. I thought it had changed me, made me different. Looking back it hadn’t, what had happened was my confidence and belief in the world had been shaken.

    1. I think we have definitely had our world rocked, and for a long time I believed there wasn’t a safe place for me here now. this is changing though, and I couldn’t be more grateful

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