There is no right way to be human. The entire point is to love eachother. To love yourself. To accept that amongst our differences we are all in need of and in search of, love.
To whoever comes upon this page, let it be known that I will probably be very open to the point where it’s almost impossible to not know it’s me, if you know me in real life. The thing is, I feel like I have met and gotten to know so many people throughout my life. Some even just in a moment, maybe we only knew each other for a short time. Maybe theres an entire backstory in my mind of who I think you are. You may have not realized this, or maybe you have, but I possess within me the incredible depth of human consciousness, as deep as your own if not more so. I have a few quirks that make me incredibly sensitive to emotion, feeling the depths of pain with an ever-persisting broken heart. I think Taylor Swift calls it the Tortured Poets Department. I’m not inviting myself to her club because that would be rude, and she is a pure magician I could never, like holy cow girl please never stop writing. It is our woe to write. To put down in words what is in our minds constantly. I...
I’m very tired. I’m exhausted. I’m tired of people telling me it’ll get better, that I’m loved... it’s beating a dead horse at this point. I need someone to wake me up and teach me mechanisms and teach me how to love myself. Sometimes I wonder if the life I’ve been building for myself in my head since i was little, is not actually meant to be for me. It’s a new level of breakdown when you realize you are nothing like you thought you were, and you have to rediscover yourself all over again. To recognize that you’ve been propelling your life towards something that is nothing BUT a dream, is earth shattering. Your sense of self worth obliterated, your self esteem and personal motivation gone, and your ability to do anything outside of your inner child’s comfort zone becomes crippling. Only few understand the heartbreak that is redefining yourself.
January 20, 2024 How silly of me to forget that I am the love of my life. One of the hardest lessons in love that I’ve had to learn is to let go. To let them leave when they showed me that they wanted to, or when they didn’t know if they wanted to stay. Over and over, time and time again, I have found myself begging anxiously for someone to stay. This of course is never said out loud, but is done so silently as I wait for them to ask me out again or reach out. The anxious attachment would refuse to give up on a connection that I felt strongly about. Yet, when the other person was no longer interested, instead of letting them go I clung to the wish that maybe one day they’d change their mind and come back to me. Manipulation, control.. changing who I was out of fear and anxiety just so someone would like me? An anxious attachment from early years of trauma and emotional neglect, coupled with being raised in a religious cult, created someone who lacked...
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