I’m not fine, I’m surviving
Deception:
I’m so good at hiding so much behind ” I’m fine.”
Sometimes, I don’t have the energy to relive the emotional journey of the situation….again.
Other times, what I need to talk about is so deep that I find so few willing to emotionally invest to understand. I find myself confiding in half attention and sympathy. I find myself aching to be understood but frustrating unheard.
I feel grief like my own soul was stolen. I feel joy and happiness like a high as a result from drugs. I feel anger just as quickly… Where I’m such a force to be wrecking with. I cry for the hurting children.
I know how to be deceptive… And sometimes, it’s necessary for the sake of my own health.
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Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Amen.
Lots of love and hugs to you. xo
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Stoopid brains,lol
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