It’s July 1st
and I’m sitting here feeling as if I am supposed to keep all of my
emotions locked up, specifically around certain people. I just
had a discussion with a "friend" where apparently “the one having the
emotions cannot see the whole picture and cannot listen to all that’s being
said.” And “Your’e reacting versus listening.” Or, am I still trying to get him to understand
that my feelings are important. I’ve come too far to allow words like this to
change me. Am I an emotional person? Yes. Am I a passionate person? Yes. Do I
allow my emotions to speak for me sometimes? Yes. Does this mean that I can’t
have conversations or that I have some malicious intent? No. 
My friends wonder why I don’t like to spend time outside of
my bubble…because I’m still raw in many ways. I still feel like I have to act a
certain way around those who knew me “before”. I don’t feel comfortable in my
own skin when I am questioned about why I want to do or say something. It feels
as if I am being monitored and frankly, I’m starting to have huge trust issues
towards those that say they are my “friend”. I don’t know if you can have the
same friends that you have hurt in the past. They will never really ever trust
you and you will always feel as if they are waiting for you to screw up again.
I’d rather write. I’d rather spend time with my family. I’d rather be the woman
behind the words…
At my last therapy session, I told her that I haven’t posted
an entry for a long time. She asked me, why? It wasn’t until that moment, that
I realized that I feel pressure to always be inspiring, to be healthy, to have “come
a long way” sort of speak. She reminded me that inspiration doesn’t always come
from the good days, it also comes from the bad. The old recordings inside of me
tell me that I have to be perfect if I am putting myself out there. The reality
is that I am far from and that’s OK.
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Every day I wake up praying that this will be a day that I
won’t cry, that I will stay motivated, that I will love the woman that I am. I
pray that I role model in a healthy way for my daughter. I pray that I will
succeed in all of the projects I’m entangled in. I pray that I won’t let anyone
down. Most days, I succeed at all or most of this. Yet, there are days that I
don’t. It is those days that I question every aspect of who I am, where I’m
going.
I’ve been working on my memoir and it’s a tough process. I
have to go back to places that I really don’t want to visit again. I have to
look at a person that I don’t really know anymore. It feels like if I am not
smiling and accommodating each person that I come into contact with that I am
being antagonizing and defensive. What if I have a bad day? What if I’m in a
bad mood? What if I just really don’t give a shit about anyone else’s feelings?
What if I want to be selfish? I honestly can’t wait until I can just be pissed
off around certain people and they look at me and say, “Hey, I can tell you’ve
had a rough day because this isn’t like you. Is there anything I can do for
you? Let me give you some time and we can talk about this later. Take care of
yourself and nurture who you are so you can get out of this funk. I’m here for
you if you need me, OK?” Tonight I feel like that is wishful thinking. Tomorrow
may be different.
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So, here I am. It’s July 1st and I’m in a funk.
It will pass. I’m going to wrap my arms around the frustrated little girl
inside of me and let her know that everything will be OK. It will, right? Ya…
it will. For now, though, I probably need to cry.
