Wednesday, June 15, 2016

The Greatest Misunderstanding of My Life.

I know who I am.  Or, at least who I'm supposed to be, who I used to be, and who I still am inside.  She's in there--I can hear her.  It's not the first time I've lost myself to a situation or another person.  It's all quite familiar, and not at all in a good way, I promise.  No need to talk about how I got here, because I've vented on that enough times that it's cemented in 'moot' at this point.  What I need to work on, find and deal with is the 'how' of where my life is currently.  HOW do I get out?  How do I repair myself, heal myself?  HOW do I go about finding the help I need to lift me into the light, to the only place I know healing can happen?

How?

All the self-talk, and all of the ideas that enter my mind late at night when I'm alone in the quiet, the dark and with only my thoughts... falls short of having any impact in the light of day.  Why is that, I wonder?  How can I find what I need and have it slip through my hands as the light slips through the window?  Exactly what part of me gave up so completely that I can't even hold onto the little resolve I have when faced with my own thoughts?

If I could only be able to answer any of those questions without having to add yet another question mark.

Clearly I know what I need--on the surface anyway.  There's no misunderstanding about where I am o want to be.  The problem arises from my not having any guidance as to how to GET there.  Just when I think I have every answer to every question, the mask slips off the face of mother solution, leaving me to wonder how a person can misunderstand themselves so completely?

I'm talking through pain, so if there's anything incoherent in what I'm saying... that's why.  As this misery reaches an intolerable level I'll most likely make much less sense.  Won't that be fun?  Ugh.

Okay.  So have I misunderstood things in general?  Have I missed the mark, the answers, the intent of what's around me?  All I want is answers, solutions, and to STOP being in pain all of the damn time, to get back to me, to feel like me, to FEEL GOOD AGAIN.

Sigh.  Apparently.. I'm asking way to freaking much.



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