Trapped

I recently watched a bizarre show on Netflix called Maniac. It is about two people who are participating in this crazy drug trial that causes strange, mind-bending, hallucinations. The first pill they take causes them to relive what they would describe as the worst day of their life. The woman in this scenario actually got a hold of the drug before the trial, ran out, and in desperation to get her hands on more of the pills joined this trial. The worst day of her life was the day she and her sister were in a car accident that killed her sister. One would wonder why she would voluntary take a substance that would cause her to live that horrific moment again and again but in her words, she got to be with her sister again. She was reliving the whole day with her sister, not just the tragic end.

If there really was a medicine that could make you relive your most horrible day, I am sure I would become an addict. Because the worst day of my life didn’t start out that way. It wasn’t a great day. After all she was in the ICU and it was clear she wasn’t improving. But Ariella was alive that day. And I would do anything, anything to go back to the time when she was alive. Because there was hope. And she was still here. I could hold her, feel her, smell her, kiss her. I could pretend like everything was going to be okay in the end. Anything so I could just be with her again, even knowing the ending. Though May 9, 2019 may not actually be the worst day of my life. Because every day since that day has been the worst day of my life because every day since that day is a day that Ariella was never alive. Each day is worse than the day before because that’s just one more day without my sweet girl. It’s that day plus all the days that came before it and I can’t get out from under the weight of it.

Sometimes I feel like I should take up smoking, or drinking to excess. Eating tons of crap. Sunbathing without sunscreen. Anything to try to shave some years off my life. But we all know that life doesn’t work that way. Life is unpredictable and messy and has a way of surprising you when that’s the last thing you want. There are plenty of people who don’t take care of themselves, are in poor health, and live to be 100 while others who are in great shape and seem to be the picture of health drop dead of heart attacks at a young age. So once again I am stuck. Trapped. Destined to live my next 40 or 50 or however many years in this hell.