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Here Again

One of the most dangerous things I have ever encountered has been the feeling, after an extended time of everything seemingly falling apart at the seams, of things suddenly settling down. Awaking one morning free of anxiety and fear. Of the doubts and questions falling silent.

It is a devious thing which leads me to feeling as though I could continue as I have forever.

This is especially true after an extended time of slipping further and further toward an inescapable breakdown. Reaching the point where I could see it, just over the horizon, a building glow of destruction waiting patiently for me. 

I have reached this point more times than I care to remember. Some how I have survived them, though I cannot tell you how or why, though each time as left me forever changed.

This time has been in the making for months, years really, and I looked forward to embracing it with open arms.

Why?

Because I am not as strong as people seem to think. I am not brave or courageous. I am simply one person who has reached far beyond her breaking point, who’s knotted rope is frayed and in danger of snapping.

Someone who is tired beyond words but knows there are others who depend on me. People to whom I have made promises I can’t bring myself to break.

 

I know I said all of this countless times before and yet here I am again, still unable to believe in myself, to trust myself. Still listening to the whispers telling me I am wrong and even if I’m not, then following my heart, hoping to find some small measure of happiness, makes me selfish. 

So much of my life wasn’t about me. It was about what I could provide to others. Setting aside my own hopes and dreams so someone else wouldn’t feel like the failure she had mede of herself. I know this, yet I cannot break free of the chains she wrapped so tightly around me that I am still bound by them though she has been dead for years.

I have no doubt she wanted me dead and if not then as miserable as she was and I fear, one way or the other, she is going to get her wish.

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Bad Day

Today wasn’t good, either mentally or physically. I feel as if I’ve been beaten, everything hurts from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet and at this point all I can do is make this quick update and take my sorry self to bed. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

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Giving Up

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Just A Thought…

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Too Darn Old

You’ve got to love a good old fashioned Midwest winter snow storm. Things began with a call for 3 to 5 inches and we ended up with at least 10. All that pretty white stuff had to be removed from our driveway and do you think my teenage sons did the deed? I would laugh but it would hurt too much… Of course I ended up clearing away the majority which has left me feeling every second of my 50+ years. Thankfully I have a wrist rest or I don’t think I could type this. At any rate, I’ve spent the majority of yesterday and today simply recovering.

Short story long…. I am just too damn old for this.

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