I’m not fine, I’m surviving
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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