if i survived the abuse,
i must survive the recovery.
it's a daily thing,
a yearly thing
year by year
the smells are always the same
the feelings are always the same
negative and empty
i wake up from a half sleep
wake up and decide,
let me live and breathe another day
let me be a mother,
a wife, a sister and a daugther,
maybe even a friend,
i don't do this very well...
a dreamer of the best dreams ever imagined.
the best me that i can
with all my being
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
some nights i can still hardly sleep
last night was one of those nights
anxious beyond control
my palms sweaty,
my hands freezing cold
what does an anxiety attack feel like?
does it feel like i do now?
i try over and over to shut my eyes and think....
nothingness is never enough
before i can open my eyes,
thoughts invade like a plague...
i cant open them quick enough..
the thoughts swarm in.
like ants to a morsel of ethan's breakfast left behind.
i shake my head...
like i'm going to knock them out or something ridiculous
with no use..
i try to think of other things,
my kids, my husband
but i still see it there..
every damn time i try and close my eyes.
this is how i live,
when will i be able breathe..
all to myself, just for myself.
for now i'll just be waiting
and having insomnia
i hide from the truth that i am..
i must be more honest with myself..
i think i need a therapist