I am starting, not just starting, to think I will just let that other part of me have it all. I'm tired of fighting and struggling and hurting and I think she dealt with it a lot better than I can at this point.
I have to admit that while I hate 'her', while I despise the way she led 'her' life, I have to admire how strong she was and I just don't know if I have that strength. There are moments when I think I do, but they evaporate as quickly as they were formed.
Feels like a really crappy choice: I can be compassionate, loving, honest, committed, and bawling with pain. Or I can be disconnected, self-destructive, destructive to others, self-absorbed, invincible, and un-feeling. Right now I am wondering if I made the wrong choice.
It was supposed to be a good day. And I feel guilty for venting.
I have to admit that while I hate 'her', while I despise the way she led 'her' life, I have to admire how strong she was and I just don't know if I have that strength. There are moments when I think I do, but they evaporate as quickly as they were formed.
Feels like a really crappy choice: I can be compassionate, loving, honest, committed, and bawling with pain. Or I can be disconnected, self-destructive, destructive to others, self-absorbed, invincible, and un-feeling. Right now I am wondering if I made the wrong choice.
It was supposed to be a good day. And I feel guilty for venting.