i have watched the sky look between the clouds most of the day. the light shinging through revealing the blue gives me hope - a little at least.
tomorrow is it. it refers to the culmination of the anxiety and the finality of my weakness. i will strive to be strong however i know myself well enough to know that i will crumble at the mercy of his Ph.D. as i sit in a dim room with a stranger who will determine the extent of the damage, i will struggle to allow him to see the pain, anger, hurt and saddness that exists behind a wall. i feel small, really small - almost as if i have something wrong with me. the truth is, i do have something wrong with me. i can block it out and pretend what i am and how i feel is normal, however i now know that what i live with is not a normal state of existance.
i am haunted by him when i sleep, controlled by him when i eat, and smothered by him as i breathe. my heart is heavy, my knees weak, my soul aches, and my mind finds a way to function if only for a moment at a time.
i seek solace in my thoughts and truth in my emotions. all is real, all is raw.
as the clock ticks on, my heart beats faster. my eyes are swollen with unrested sleep and my leg twitches uncontrollably to the point of distraction.
i am terrified of the outcome, but i am ready to show my scars. the scars i am ashamed of but others times, i am proud of them for they hold the truth that tells my story. i guard them as if the tissue will thin, and the remanants of where i have been will disappear. until i have the will to let it go, i am clutching tightly to the things that make me whole- including where i have been, the things i have lost and the things i have found.
tomorrow is it. it refers to the culmination of the anxiety and the finality of my weakness. i will strive to be strong however i know myself well enough to know that i will crumble at the mercy of his Ph.D. as i sit in a dim room with a stranger who will determine the extent of the damage, i will struggle to allow him to see the pain, anger, hurt and saddness that exists behind a wall. i feel small, really small - almost as if i have something wrong with me. the truth is, i do have something wrong with me. i can block it out and pretend what i am and how i feel is normal, however i now know that what i live with is not a normal state of existance.
i am haunted by him when i sleep, controlled by him when i eat, and smothered by him as i breathe. my heart is heavy, my knees weak, my soul aches, and my mind finds a way to function if only for a moment at a time.
i seek solace in my thoughts and truth in my emotions. all is real, all is raw.
as the clock ticks on, my heart beats faster. my eyes are swollen with unrested sleep and my leg twitches uncontrollably to the point of distraction.
i am terrified of the outcome, but i am ready to show my scars. the scars i am ashamed of but others times, i am proud of them for they hold the truth that tells my story. i guard them as if the tissue will thin, and the remanants of where i have been will disappear. until i have the will to let it go, i am clutching tightly to the things that make me whole- including where i have been, the things i have lost and the things i have found.