Sometimes this is what it is to be me. Sometimes this is my mind, an autistic mess of a thing that slams against the walls that this world builds, not understanding I wish to enter, not understanding that if let in, I will try my best to make things better. I war against myself, and I do so often, I don’t mean to do this, but I do it, and then feel exhausted when the battle only I’ve fought has ended, if for a time.
That was so beautiful! Thanks for sharing your true self with us in your work, thanks for the bravery and vulnerability,...I feel if more of us normalize this it will cease to be a struggle for those who find it difficult.
I feel this. I just expressed to a friend, "I've been in a state of bone deep weariness and I need to somehow recover something I feel like I lost along the way. This year is wrecking me...I just somehow make it look like less of a mess than how it feels." and I feel like you said it a lot better....but the struggle is present and real and ongoing. Breathing through it....
I fucking love this poem. Wow.
That was so beautiful! Thanks for sharing your true self with us in your work, thanks for the bravery and vulnerability,...I feel if more of us normalize this it will cease to be a struggle for those who find it difficult.
I feel this. I just expressed to a friend, "I've been in a state of bone deep weariness and I need to somehow recover something I feel like I lost along the way. This year is wrecking me...I just somehow make it look like less of a mess than how it feels." and I feel like you said it a lot better....but the struggle is present and real and ongoing. Breathing through it....
It's the jangle that I have at times, then I pause, breathe and listen. Love this.