I’m feeling sad today, or no, more accurately, I’m feeling sad right now. Today I am feeling all kinds of emotional and my mood is all over the place because I’m ovulating and apparently, at least for this month, this is what it does to me.

I don’t really get it though. I’m ovulating. My body, my hormones obviously want me to have sex (oh, yes they do) because the whole idea is that I have an egg and biologically we want it fertilized (biologically only. I in no way, shape or form want more kids. I love my son but… I’m Good), right? So…. Why make me wanna curl up in a ball and sob? Doesn’t seem helpful. Hormones, what do you do?

Apparently, my grandpa died five years ago. I know because a poem I wrote at that time came up in my Facebook memories today. No need for condolences, it wasn’t that kind of death. My grandfather was a narcissist and a womanizer and a child molester. No, that’s not what is bringing up the sadness. What it does bring up is the confusion I felt at the time of his death.

The Patriarch

Confusion bleeds
As invisible as the wounds left
By your hands upon my skin
My sadness repulsive
Tears staining my face
Despite my own disgust
Your death
Inconvenient
Causing guilt
To stain my conscience
Saturated in filth I cannot cleanse
Unlike your hands
Washed clean
All of the ghosts you’ve disavowed
Buried in shallow graves
They haunt me
This scarred lineage your true legacy
And yet I am surrounded
By your false image
And all of this grief

I think maybe, a long with pain and trauma, confusion is one of the biggest legacies left behind by abuse of any form. I’m reflecting on that today. My whole life has been shrouded in confusion. Confusion in the wake of abuse. The confusion of a child. Confusion stemming from being if a different neurotype and not knowing it. The confusion of not understanding my place in this world.

I still don’t… understand my place… But I’m working on it… And I have more pieces of the picture that is me…. And maybe that’s all that really matters. And maybe for the moment, I just need to grieve for that little girl with none of those pieces. I just need to be sad.