If You’ve Had a Rough Year… This One’s For You
This one goes out to a dear friend who battled breast cancer this year. Battled? Hmpffff… She smote it down and pissed on its ruins. And to another who’s dear to me who’s heading in for his final treatment for melanoma that showed up first on his face, and then in his brain.
This also goes out to those I love who’ve lost those they love—fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters, a child.
And this goes out to all who’ve been diagnosed with dis-ease, who’ve ended relationships, who’ve lost jobs, and who’ve battled… Something. Anything.
It all started at the end of 2014 when me and my lovely friend, Lisa M. Hayes, were discussing what a crap year we’d both had. We commiserated and compared our crappiness, and then she said, “You and I need to get together and script out a 2014 obituary. You know how it goes. Everyone is always awesome in an obituary!”
She asked me to write to her about all the craptastic things that had happened to me in 2014. I’ll spare you the gore and give you the gist. My letter to her was three pages, but, in essence, it included things like having a full hysterectomy after three prior surgeries and fifteen years of suffering with Stage IV endometriosis, and how I felt empty and as if I were now Crone at the age of 44. It also spoke to being diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis and how I woke up, more often than not, limping and watching my toes spread and curl underneath themselves like the sister in Pet Cemetery. There was also a death in the family… My guy admitting himself to two different psychiatric hospitals for extreme anxiety and PTSD… My computer (lifeline/workline) dying, then my fridge with all its contents, blah, blah, blah. Suffice it to say, I let it all hang out on those three pages—”the good, the bad, the ugly, “and even the insignificant.
Then… over the next few days, Lisa crafted this obituary for me of The Year 2014:
Like most of us, Melanie was only hoping for a happy and healthy new year. She was ready for some ease and flow when 2014 arrived. However, before the cute of the baby year ever wore off, she realized she had a year that was less cuddle and more morose teenager in disposition. Like anyone dealing with a morose teenager, it’s often hard to see that what’s hiding behind the Goth makeup and disturbing music lyrics is a creative mastermind and mad genius.
2014 had its own plans for Melanie and itself. Luckily for Melanie, ease and flow wasn’t really on the agenda. 2014 was not about the status quo and rebelled against anything that didn’t have real meaning. It knew that Melanie had been longing for more depth and true connection in her life. It knew something about Melanie she hadn’t been able to see for a very long time. It had been years since Melanie had really danced with her own greatness. 2014 knew that Melanie was secretly very tired of things that looked good but didn’t feel real, and it was very impatient with her. 2014 couldn’t understand why Melanie insisted on playing in the shallow end of the pool. 2014 was fucking sick of Melanie standing in her own shadow.
So it knew, it had to give her the gift of losing the two things most precious to her, certainty and her identity. When 2014 said those words, “certainty” and “identity” it always put air quotes around them and smirked because 2014 knew a few things Melanie didn’t about those things.
As 2014 started to mature and became less morose teenager, and more mad genius, it still got in a lot of trouble. 2014 got caught spray-painting graffiti all over the inside of Melanie’s life. It seemed to have a penchant for vandalism and destruction. 2014 made Melanie give up huge swaths of her identity to pay its bail when it was in trouble. It stole her certainty with her most important relationships right out of Melanie’s purse when it was bored. 2014 even beat her up more than once when it was in a rage, leaving Melanie’s body “broken.” <— Again, in air quotes. At the time, all of this looked only like madness. The genius part of the plan was less obvious, but no less important.
At the end, 2014 looked a lot more like an aging hippy with a very satisfied smile. It knew it had done its job perfectly. Melanie was not broken, she was a blank slate. It would be the job of another year soon to come to nurture her through finding her real identity and that was perfectly fine with 2014. That wasn’t its style. What 2014 knew for sure was Melanie would never stand in her own shadow again. Melanie wasn’t in the shallow end of the pool anymore because 2014 had forced her to swim into the depths to save herself. 2014 was more than happy to leave Melanie there, swimming in the depths. It knew it didn’t have to feel good to be a truly great year.
I cried like a lil’ bitch when I read it. Not only was I buoyed by a different perspective, but I came to love 2014. Really. It shifted something for me that is still in motion to this day.
So… if you’ve had a year chock-full of crap, I highly recommend this process to you. Ask a friend, or someone dear to you, to write an obit for 2015 for you. Share with them all the craptasticness that happened and let them go to town. (Or, as my friend Chara suggested in the comments below, write your own!) Then please do share your experience of it in the comments below. I’d so love to hear from you.
May 2016 be exactly what you need.
Melanie, thanks for this. I LOVE how you and your friend turned a year’s hurts into acknowledgement of the year’s lessons and gatherings of wisdoms. I need this right now and have just started my ‘obit’ for 2015.
Oh, Chara, THANK YOU!!! I hadn’t thought of writing your own, but that totally works too! I’m amending this blog right now to include that.
Blessings to you, dear one. Truly, may 2016 be exactly what you need for your soul.
So much love,
Wow! I really needed this today. I have had a rough past 3 years but reading this showed me that my worst years have not been that bad. I am going to write an obit for 2015 and welcome in 2016. Thank you for sharing this. Blessings in the new year.
Aww, thank you, Janell! I’m so glad. It’s my honor (plus it really does help 🙂 Here’s to a bright 2016 full of exactly what your soul needs.
Love and Light,
OMG so glad I wasn’t the only one with a craptastic year! Happy 2016 for a better year for everyone!
Indeed, Eva! For each and everyone 😉
Big blessings to you,
Absolutely love, love, love, this!
Thanks so much, Della! <3
Thank you so much for this Melanie! I waffle between “oh boy, what a fucked up year this was,” and “wow, what a blessing it is to be reminded of just how strong I truly am.” Because as incredibly shitty as this year was for me, I know I have been through so much worse; and no matter how ugly it was, I know there is always a beautiful gift to be found in the aftermath. I am going to go work on my obit now! 🙂
Aww, thanks, Pamela! Let me know how your obit turns out. Sending loads and loads of love!
Fave line: It knew it didn’t have to feel good to be a truly great year.
Thank you for putting into the world for those of us who’ve had a tough but necessary go this year!
Thank you, Natalie! “A tough but necessary go this year” indeed.
Big, Big Blessings to you,
Loved this sooooo much. Just wrote my own 2015 obit. I will be doing this every year!!
Wow, that’s awesome, Toni! Hope it was super powerful for you!
Loads of blessings,
My last three years have been horrible. Already dealing with aging, I lost my position at a corporation due to a large downsizing. I am single so have no second income in the house. Soon after losing my livelihood, my beloved Dad passed away due to struggles with Parkinsons. My Mom then had a stroke and is totally a different person. I had to sell my home because I could no longer afford to stay in it. Family dynamics changed so my sister now controls my Mom and refused to assist me with a loan. So here I am at 60 with a totally blank slate. I need to work but can’t find a good job, so am starting over by starting a new business. I am very scared. This year I lost my favorite Aunt to a brain tumour and have a very special cousin in hospital fighting for his life with leukemia. I just finished healing from a nasty bout of cellulitis and need a hip replacement. Starting over at 60 is not fun.I am so writing a 2015 obit. Thank god 2015 is over.
Wow, Patricia, that sounds like one of the most craptastic years I’ve heard about. Sending so much love, light and blessings as you write your obit for 2015. If you feel like coming back and sharing how that goes for you, I’d love to hear from you.
Hi. I am 48.My dad passed away in 2014.In 2015 my husband figured out he is not happy in our 23 years of marriage and He is having affair.He is constantly telling me and our children how happy and in love he is. It hurts very much to see your husband giving love to somebody else and not you and not to our children. But I have job, good children, friends I can relate , I am relatively healthy. Most importantly I trust God. Reading another people story make me realize I am not alone.People go through life with it and survive.
Thank you so much for sharing, Beata. That’s a whole lot of crap (or something worse) to go through in a matter of a couple years. I’m sending lots of love and light to you on this journey. You are not alone. For sure.
Wowza, so inspiring! I think I will do something similar (with a grateful mention to you of course). Thanks.
I love it, Sue. As I said on FB – feel free to share here if you like, so we can all witness. Blessings to you!
Love this Melanie. Thank you, wise woman and wonderful writer.
Aww thanks, Kim! <3