Choosing me

My heart has moments of feeling like it's under water. The moments aren't as bad as previous times, but i know im not at previous times because i refuse to be .

Its the fighting feeling of reminding myself that im not the quiet broken puppy that takes blows and eats shit, regardless of how they think they know me. Every time i speak up for myself, it is hard , but i do it because i refuse to be prey. Being alive and LIVE feels too good for a short moment of anxiety and crippling depression.

Its the feeling of yearning for more and refusing to believe that you deserve less.

I have clawed my way to where i am.

I have been through teardowns that have pushed me near suicide, loss in which Ive held myself , disrespect, consistant passive microaggressional racism for years, even apparent physical abuse starting at childhood. But i have conquered it all. I conquered a hurricane with a newborn on my hip, I bought my first home on my own. Now I have the ability to help others....best of all, Ive been able to love freely. Things that have made me feel good...

I say this because i trust in my experiences to know when i do not feel something is right. I listen to my heart when it is conflicted. I realize i have starved her (my heart). ive denied her the cheesy flowers, an reenactment of Ghost on the pottery wheel,

ive denied her sso many of the things that sprang her to life.  It was for a compromise for a love that i could never replace but a love that is unable to love me the way my heart screams out in desperation..

 I'm becoming more of a scorned Queen. I.Cant.
I kiss you my love, i hope we love again someday.

The Smart Fool

If life wasn't already so short I'd probably consider killing myself. Living in my body at times feels like a prison sentence.

I'm once again losing weight. Stress is eating at my body like a plague. When i eat food, a part of me must go numb in order to finish. Its like everything is rotten and my body wants to vomit it all up.

Seeing my hard earned weight trickle down is a blow to my esteem because i don't know what else to do. I can't do it all even though i will. i realized that ive had to sacrifice something to keep so many things afloat. I just didn't realize i was sacrificing myself.

I don't say this with a sense of unhappiness, more like a sense of dissatisfaction. At times i feel like ive learned no lessons, just gained more strength to make up for my stupidity to shoulder everyone's struggles and lacking.  The cons of being an empath (giving too many fucks)

I've allowed myself to numb my passion for love (of everything), replacing it with a strong tower where my vulnerabilities can rot like a dream deferred, standing tall, alone and with iron-strength. I am an impenetrable wall , each stone carefully placed by a beaten soul. There was once a time (short-lived) that my emotions returned to me. Now i can't remember the last time i cried for release, truly laughed from the heart or .......

I have become a calloused soul, fighting to pursue my dreams while wading through hard waters . it seems at every turn of seeming success is just another checkpoint to exchange a different burden.

Luckily for me i am used to the role of mountain mule.

To keep striving forward knowing one day this will all end.

A part of me finds satisfaction In that. But alas, my standards pushed me forward to have the greatest view i can reach regardless of my own dark thoughts and perspective. So i continue, i move up because there is no way in Hell ill go down. I've been there, i know what's there.

At times i wonder though if I'm only fooling myself, telling myself im brave when really im just a smart fool ,disintegrating.