I don’t even know where to begin. Everything has changed, and no, that is not an exaggeration. I have a new home, a new career, and am starting grad school in about a month. I no longer have a car, a mother, nor sufficient income. I am the old person at work. I am the single mother who barely sees her son. I am the partner left wanting. I am  a ball of stress, anxiety, and loneliness bound up tightly in a straight jacket with a bad buckle. I am scared. I am trying my best to make a life that I hope I won’t regret. I am nothing I used to be and everything I always hide.

New beginnings are enticing and exciting at first, however treading the path unknown is quite frankly terrifying. Less so when you have something to hold on to. Something steady to keep you anchored and sure footed. Without it, I feel like I could be swallowed into oblivion by a single wrong step. All the while I’m wondering, what have I done wrong already. Where have I faltered.  Have I been so neglectful in my tireless effort to forge a better life that I should no longer be a preference? Are my actions something so egregious that I am someone to be placed aside for more satisfying company?

I thought love persevered; strengthened through time and overcoming countless trials. I am yet again reminded I must know nothing of love. Perhaps this is all my fault. I am not so big headed to think I am infallible. I make mistakes as I am human. I am a human who feels old, worthless, and unimportant to the one most important to me. Though I am sure this is probably not entirely accurate in reality, it is how I feel, and it fucking sucks. It really fucking sucks.

Silent Screams

When I hurt too much, or experience any negative feeling too intensely, I shut down. I can’t write. I can’t talk. All I can do is try and hold myself together as I’m being ripped apart from the inside out. I hate it. I equally hate talking about it. I don’t know how to put words to the feeling of suffocating while I breath. How can I explain the all consuming fury inside when I appear calm and indifferent. I know these feelings are futile and will pass. I know not to dwell on them, but I know all the same I have to fucking feel them. What good can I do to make anything easier? I pray, I go to meetings, I tackle things one small bit at a time, but I always wind up back here: exhausted, overwhelmed, angry and alone… uhg. >_<