I sit here typing this, the quietness of the house is causing ringing in
my ears so I had to put the television on to break the silence, the
feeling of being alone is all too real. The false side of me today has
past. I am exhausted playing a charade...
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I sit here typing this, the quietness of the house is causing ringing in
my ears so I had to put the television on to break the silence, the
feeling of being alone is all too real. The false side of me today has
past. I am exhausted playing a charade. The positive side that I project
to others, the motivating me,the up beat me, the confident me, is now
asleep. I am alone with my thoughts, and the internal struggles that lay
within. I need sleep, yet too scared to go to sleep, and too scared to
stay awake. Tomorrow is another day, another sunrise, another charade to
present to those around me. If only they knew what was going on inside,
then again, I wonder if they would even care. It's been years since I
have felt any real value. I always try and find something positive in
each and every day. The sunshine of my little boys smile, his laughter
still bouncing around in my mind's picture. If only I could see him, but
alas I have to wait another week for my one day of togetherness, only to
have my heart ripped out when I take him back. What a roller coaster my
life is. My own childhood memories always come flooding back in these
quiet times and I often dread the coming of the night. The thoughts of
when I was homeless at 14 years old, being assaulted by those you have
trusted, living in a park and in the back of a station wagon in a
friends back yard, and still finding something, a little anything to
keep going. I have always been so good at portraying that positive happy
person, even in my darkest hour, hoping that one day I may even convince
myself. I have sought professional help, even undertaking clinical
hypnotherapy over a 12 month period and that seemed to only bring the
memories forward and yet provide no real answers. I only seem to get
solace when I write poetry and work on my autobiography. I find writing
is very therapeutic for me but I have to focus to do it. I can't always
focus and that frustrates me. I am hoping by writing on this forum it
will allow me refocus and find the will to keep writing. I have recently
retired from work due to illness, a brand new set of struggles,
struggles that I determined to overcome or at least give it my best
shot. We get into dark places at times but with each sunrise there is a
brand new beginning, and what we chose to do with that beginning is
entirely up to us. It is by no means an easy task when depression sets
in but we still need to find a way to keep pushing on.