I have said over and over I CAN NOT do this church thing on my own. It's not a cop out, its not an excuse, it's what I need. Make a different choice, yes I am making different choices. I still suffer, every day is more than hard, and often I would rather crawl in a hole. I was speaking about the parts of me that suffer that still cry that long for things to be different. Those are the parts that I write to him about. I don't want answers I want to be heard. I don't want what is going to fix me, when I don't believe in the same things. I have tried so hard to fit into that world, with those people and I don't. I can't and won't pretend to be something that I am not. I connect certain things in my brain and its not that I dwell on them its that is ho I think and believe me I fight my own thinking all the time and I try to figure things out differently, and oh yes sometimes often I get in my own way. But telling me one way is the only way is more than hurtful when you know where I have come from. Telling me to just let things go, no its not that easy. I want to respond, but I am sure that my feelings are hurt. Maybe I need time , he needs time. The anger made me sad, it was just my feelings and I was upset he wasn't hearing me. Angry hurt yea all those things. Maybe the forever part was just done because I can't just flip a switch and I am learning that no matter how old that I get or what I accomplish there are going to be pieces of me affected and there will be more good than rough. In those rough, I just want someone to listen. Just hear me and let m know that I am going to be ok. Sometimes for me there are no answers. I suffer and I laugh. I suffer and I laugh.
I heart your heart
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