Yesterday, I thought I was ready to come back to raiding. The guild unintentionally tested that by needing me in the raid late at night on the Hodir fight. I've been in all the fights except for Vezax, and Hodir is by far the hardest for me to manage.
It didn't go well, and I was rather quite snappish. I'm angry and hurt and I don't even know who to be angry and hurt at.
I chose the above quote because Oct's rejoining the guild and coming back into his own as a raider is bringing back fears that he will overshadow me again. As I processed the events of last night, I realized that so much of the anger that I want to direct at the guild and raid leadership has nothing to do with them and everything to do with the battle scars I carry with me.
As I once again had the thought go through my mind, "Why do I stay?" the answers came just as quickly:
- Monday night, Orbitz saying "what's wrong?" and the immediate expressions of sympathy and caring from the raid.
- Friends who are ready to jump in and help, but just as ready to sit back and provide support as I struggle through doing it myself.
- A raid leader who sees me for much more than raid statistics, and is willing to find ways of explaining encounters that I will understand. He's also very quick to find ways to diffuse my stress in a raid.
- The greatest gift anyone could have, understanding. There are so many people who have taken the time to get inside my head and understand me.
- Shoulders to cry on, hands to high-five, and arms to hug.
So I go on, realizing that a silly video game has exposed the best part of me and brought it to the forefront. To me, that means more to me than all the content I have cleared with Clan Redundancy Clan put together.