Moments

Sunset on 15

Life is my heart beating. Life is my chest rising up and down…air filling and releasing. Life is blood pulsating through my veins. Keeping me warm. Life is my thoughts. Life happens without my help and life happens with it but one thing I know, there aren’t always answers. It’s not always automatic. There aren’t always reasons why.

Everything that has ever happened to me, painful things, I’ve had to learn from every angle. When they resurface, after I’m far into healing, it always comes through someone else. Someone I love but just in reverse. I have to learn to understand the other side. I don’t understand how this keeps happening over and over again but I can’t help but wonder…what lesson am I suppose to learn? What did I miss the first time?

Am I suppose to learn that I can have compassion for myself and for someone else doing to someone else what was done to me? It’s hard. It hurts and it opens old wounds that I’ve worked hard healing. I have a hard time just turning my back on anyone. I don’t like when it’s done to me, but sometimes I want to. Sometimes I want to run, but I can’t. I can’t desert someone I love when they’re clearly hurting. When it’s obvious they’ve lost their way. It’s evident that they need support so I must push through. I must start again and try not to let it affect me. At least not outwardly. Now it needs to be private pain because this isn’t about me.

I miss my boring married life where there were routines and patterns. I miss knowing how my days would turn out and how the nights would end. I miss being held and comforted at night. I miss being loved. I miss being touched and kissed and treasured. I miss loving too. I miss giving my love. I love to love.

How can I learn to be selfish. Learn to take care of myself and focus on my new future. How do people put their needs above everyone else’s? I don’t mean my children. Their needs will always be more important than mine but what about everyone else? I’m not built like this but leaving my needs and my self behind, last in line, isn’t going to secure my future and I have to do it alone. Relying on or needing anyone ever again isn’t going to happen. I just hope to love again.

I’m feeling lost and sad about the things I’ve been hearing about. I’m just happy that my normal is pretty solid. I’m just surrounded by so many things that are not. So many people that are hiding many, many secrets. People making huge mistakes and not caring about one another. It worries me.

We must find a better way.
I must find a better way. Happiness, love, simple joys, good conversations, passionate kisses…that’s not too much to wish for, is it?

🦄🍀🌻 iom