I wish that I had the energy and the time and the emotional strength to write and post something meaningful here today.
I offer my apologies.
There are some times when there is too much to say and no positive way to say it. There are some days when life is too overwhelming for me to even process it. There are some moments when coping means not thinking, dissociating, ignoring, and pretending to be fine.
Today is all of those days.
So, I offer my apologies. And I offer them not only because I feel like I am neglecting an audience that faithfully reads my words, but also because I am moving into a space that isn’t great. Fake smiles and logical responses and dull conversation are going to happen. Because I can’t cope in any other way. I’m overwhelmed, and I can’t be my best self now. But I never want people to see the anger and frustration and pain and struggle. I never want the broken parts to be on the outside. I want to keep them inside.
People abandon the broken parts. People can’t understand despair that deep. People don’t like the way that my truth makes them feel. People don’t like to feel what I feel. It hurts like crazy. It makes you crazy.
I don’t blame you for not wanting that, people. I don’t want it either.
I’m going to lie to you for the next two weeks. I’m going to tell you I am fine when I am not fine. I’m going to tell you it is okay when it is not okay. I’m going to tell you it doesn’t matter when it absolutely fucking matters. I’m going to pretend that it doesn’t hurt when it is slowly carving me open. I’m going to push back the tears. I’m going to scream into my pillow. I’m going to lie.