Dead Inside

BC47EB14-85EA-40AD-A782-2028ACC311B7Once again my heart feels broken. Why, oh why do I let myself care and feel for others to know that this again will happen?  I expect way too much for someone else to care for me as much as I care for them.

Each time my heart breaks off another chunk to where there will be no more to give.  The pain brings sadness to the point of not caring anymore, to become dead inside, once more.

It won’t last forever, as I will be here again, I have a big heart although damaged beyond repair.  Thankfully, I know the One who helps me when I feel I cannot take no more.

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Panic Within

Being one that deals with abandonment through life, the panic grows within, when felt forgotten.  The torment that exists for those that deal with this is horrifying.   EE48EF49-01D6-4234-A327-7BE8E05F97DA

It is like trying to balance the thoughts like a seesaw going up and down, sometimes with a heavy thud on the ground, that you see on a playground, but knowing it will be okay.  I know I will get through this but the down side is fear, I’ll lose it.  Panic builds although I try to contain but the tears emerge and flow down my face wondering have I really been forgotten.

There is anticipation of a call or text but also fear of that, too.  Either way, the panic has pushed all the buttons to cause an emotional outburst internally and externally.   Unsure what to do or even say if or when that call or text is received.  Numb.  Basically freeze, which is typical of childhood emotional neglect.

Sadly, I’ve been through this so much in life, I know how to deal with it but it does not make it easy.  My heart breaks a little more through the pain.

8A18F3FA-659A-4381-954B-45D07F5CB991You take one day at a time   When that is too much, you take an hour at time, sometimes minutes.

The only hope is the Lord.  I know He will NEVER leave me or forsake me.  My head knows and truly believe that I have faith enough to grasp this promise but my heart doubts it.

Trust Him!

I’m Fine, Right?

62E5C4A9-D1C7-4AAD-A78B-C704D55FCB4C.jpegSo often we reply with the words, “I’m Fine” when in all honesty, we are far from that fact.  Still, it rolls off the tongue and for the most part and people around us don’t think anything about it and/or if it is true.  Just accepted.

As much as I try not to use this phrase, I found myself using it last week and regretting the words once I let them slip.  I knew the words were not true but came easy.  Thankfully, I have a counselor that picked up on that right away.  Knowing me too well, she called me out on it.

Realizing what I said and this discussion that came afterward, I remembered back many years ago to a time I said it moreso and was told that this phrase, ‘I’m Fine’ EB6DA888-705F-4D9D-B416-87BCBBBC6B4Dmeans another thing for others.  Which is ‘F’d up, Insecure, Neurotic, Emotional’ and from that day, I limited and was cautious of using.  But I did it anyway.

Looking back, I think I was each one of those words that week and by the time meeting with my counselor, open and honest, as my true self came through.  It was a bad week and actually a peek of several weeks of being overwhelmed.  So, it appropriately fit when I said it.

Life can be too much at times.  Perhaps when you hear others say those words, pay attention, take time to listen and show you care.

I know in times past and still, I would love for somebody to just grab me and hug me.  Let me cry.  Tell me I am okay.  Sometimes we just need that.

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