stella41b
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Big hug to the OP.. I turn 42 in July this year. Of this: The first 17 years spent in fears and confusion... The first 32 years never really knowing who I really was. A little over 41 years of being afraid of myself, of showing everyone the real me.. and living the right way for me.. So much of this hidden within.. masks are useful.. It was the news of my death of my father last year and the subsequent permanent separation from half of my family which released me from the fears of rejection and emotional blackmail.. and the clarity of vision which brought that realization that I never once3 challenged, I never once questioned, and I held myself deep inside an an emotional hostage and prisoner all those years. I deceived myself, through this others, most saw through this of course, but I could never find the words to explain what I felt inside, what I was afraid of.. when it was platonic it was okay, but when they got so close I felt unsure, scared, stifled, and I left. I gave so much, but often didn't give the right things, find the right words.. Leaving broke a few hearts.. I never gave enough chances to others. It was good, but it could have been better. Part of me feels so stupid for writing this.. maybe I should delete it.. But no.. So many here know what's been going on, and a few have been giving me support on the other side, for which I am truly grateful.. No more hiding. Even since last November things have been difficult, but they're better, I'm rebuilding, I feel better than I have ever felt, I know I need to reach out more, give people more chances, come out of myself more, somehow try and find that confidence. You see for so long I've been looking for support from someone else, thinking that it would make things easier for me, for her, for us. Support here in the emottonal support sense, and I would go off, find someone, anyone, just for that support. But maybe that support isn't support, but validation? What then? If it is validation, then am I really overcoming my own fears or simply kidding myself that I am? Who's fooling who here? My support has been staring me in my face for so many years, for so long, it is my work, my artistic work. It is my creativity, it is my stability in my instability, my consistency in my inconsistency, and having realized this, things have changed, I'm still building, taking it slowly, but I know every step is a step in the right direction. I've been waiting for that better me to emerge, but hey, I'm me, I'm the imperfect me, that's how it is, and how it will be. What have I done to overcome it? By giving and sharing myself more, and also: I put my belief in tomorrow Though in my yesterdays I once felt pain I put my belief in love Hoping it will touch me again I put my belief in believing Though I know my heart has been broken I put my belief in trust Waiting for gentle words to be spoken I believe in myself And know there is much I can still achieve I believe in my value to others That''s why I can still believe Edited due to the letters being too damn small to read what I was typing.. apologies for typos
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