Brick wall - hope this helps

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Just read the airport story and it reminded me of something I also read on a forum in my dark days after mc - this really helped me describe how I was feeling, i used it to explain the heartache to my friends and family.it also made me feel less alone. hope it can help someone. Not sure who wrote it but would love to thank them. Xx

The Brick Wall
You are walking along fine with everyone else and the sun is shining and all is going ok and then you walk SLAM into a brick wall. And it hurts
 
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You are walking along fine with everyone else and the sun is shining and all is going ok and then you walk SLAM into a brick wall. And it hurts – really hurts.
It hurts your head and your chest where your heart is and your stomach. And it shocks you as only slamming into a brick wall can. Stops you dead in your tracks. And you stand there thinking “How did I not see that coming ? What the hell happened ? How could someone just do that to me ?”

And you look around and everyone else seems to be walking round the wall. They are carrying on like nothing happened and the sun is still shining for them. They don’t even see the wall. They don’t even know its there. And you realise you didn’t know it was there until you hit it – you didn’t even think about this brick wall you could hit – not you. Not now.

And slowly you pull yourself together. The pain in your stomach goes away but your heart still hurts and your mind is racing with questions about this brick wall – how, what, where, why ?? Mostly why ? Why on earth would someone make you walk into this wall – why did they have to put it in front of you and no-one else ? And you can walk again now the pain in your stomach and maybe your legs has subsided. So you slowly make your way round the wall and to the other side. But it doesn’t look the same on the other side. It’s greyer and emptier. And you know you’ve left something behind – something very precious and you want it back.

So you turn round and there is the brick wall behind you and it seems to hit you with the same force again when you realise you can’t go back. Its blocking your path and it will always be there. You pummel your fists on it and cry and shout at it but it’s unbreakable and absolute. It won’t let you get your precious bundle back – that has to stay on the other side and you must carry on without it. You can’t go back to the path you were on before you hit the brick wall – it’s impossible.

So all you can do is go forward and walk on from it. But its hard-going and your legs don’t seem to want to walk away from it. You know when you look over your shoulder it will always be there. It may fade a bit from view but if you look closely you will always be able to see it – even in the distance. And you look around you again and see all the people who never hit the brick wall carrying on too. You tell some of them about the brick wall and they sympathise – it must have hurt they say. You are looking well despite hitting this brick wall – you have no cuts or bruises on the outside because those heal. So you must be doing ok then now they say ? But my wounds are on the inside you feel like screaming. How can you not know about this brick wall – why couldn’t you walk into it instead of me ? And then you feel bad – you know you wouldn’t really want anyone else to walk into that wall.

Some people are ok – maybe they have seen the wall themselves in the past or come close to it - maybe they are really good friends and family who close their eyes and do try to imagine walking into the wall. They are the ones who help you keep walking away from it. People tell you that you’ll never hit this brick wall again – it only appears once in your life. And you want to believe them even though you can’t be sure. Up ahead it looks like maybe your path does cross back into the sunshine again – the same sunshine that everyone else is basking in. And you can just maybe make out another bundle waiting for you to pick up and carry with you for the rest of your life. And maybe if you are strong and keep moving forward then you’ll reach it one day. But it’s not the same bundle as before – it can’t be. That one is behind the wall. The wall that’s always there if you look over your shoulder. And written on it in forever more is the message in letters a mile high, that only you can see – My darling baby. RIP
 
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Awww babe, tears in my eyes :( xxx this explains it more than anything else can xxx big hugs to all who have ever felt this loss and their angel babies too <3 xxxx thinking of my angel babies today <3 fly high xxx
 
So lovely x this should be a sticky
 
This made me cry :( so lovely though. Will be lighting a candle for my baby on valentines day . The day we found out there was no heartbeat xxxxxxxxx
 
I think it was originally written for a stillborn but I found it so relevant to my mc too. Never fails to make me cry either. Sorry for all of your losses xxx
 
Oh god this is exactly what it's like, I feel like I'm running into my second wall :-( Was holding it together until I read this, now can't stop crying :-(
 
Wow! That really hit me, very tru but also very sad. Thanks for sharing. Hugs to you all x x x
 

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