Not in Who or what I am. Just finding where I am or belong. No matter where, when, will be, I just don’t feel that I will ever find a home, be home or belong. I find myself falling apart every time I am awake and breathe. It gets worse as I connect and interact with people. As I get to know them, learn about them and grow to like them.
When I begin to care for them and want to encourage them, support them and be there for them. Knowing that as I am feeling the hurt, knowing betrayal, that I most likely will never trust them as I should. That I will never be able to properly say “I love you.” Where there is no trust there is no love. Always be lonely and alone.
It triggers me, especially when you know the only times you feel relieved of the agony is either when you sleep & don’t dream or when you are trying to help others. Then you witness the ones you help or support or care about living their lives and get hurt. Worse when it is part of their work. When you advise, suggest or warn them, but they choose to ignore you.
Then you feel it again. Not knowing, the hurt, the wanting to just let it be and to let it go. Why care? Why wanting it all to stop even though you know it won’t.
Best to avoid the drama, triggers, trouble even if the ones you care about get harmed. Why make yourself suffer? Yourself, I am the problem. Why can’t I just stop?
Do the Bucket list. Fulfill & Finish it. Then it won’t matter. It will end. You’ll have no regrets.
(Sorry, I know some of this makes little sense. I just needed to get it out.)