Its time for me to face another week, and I'm really not ready to do so. Time for me to perform, to be who they want me to be, and do the things that they have called on me to do, and I don't really have the energy to keep up the facade...
What happens when you've sought help, only to find out that the only help you can receive is that which you give yourself? And what happens when you want to be a survivor, but you're gradually giving up the fight? Is it possible to have the "fight" taken right out of you? Does "fight" ever expire? Why aren't people ever allowed to grow tired? Why are they pushed and pushed and pushed to stay in until the very end of the fight, without any breaks or assistance...
I wish I could turn my thoughts off, control them, possibly learn to meditate. There are so many thoughts in rotation, all the time, that I live life on paper. My brain stopped collecting short-term memories some time ago, which can be kind of scary, and extremely frustrating. If thoughts are not recorded then I have to wait for them to come back around as memories, assuming that those thoughts got encoded in the first place...
Quite honestly, I am beyond prayer. Beyond talk of the power of God. I saw a car with a bumper sticker that read, "Praying is Begging". I smiled to myself and agreed...
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