JEKBreatheandBelieve
Diamond Member
There's so much I can't help but think about.
Seventeen years ago a friend died and today would have been her birthday. I have missed her every New Year's Eve since she died. Her death left me with tons of questions. Could I have saved her? If I had been a better friend, would she still be alive? If I had known what I know now, could I have been wiser and supported her? Would any of that mattered?
And as I struggle with what I do know now but didn't know even 3 years ago, I can't help but think, who am I? Was all that came before just lies? Who can I trust? Who is to blame?
And as I have been on this journey towards healing, I keep asking why? And lately it has been the "questions for which there are no answers", as one of my parts says, that plague me. I want answers to the unanswerable for me, for my parts, for everyone who searches for the answers that cannot be.
This week has been difficult for me. And I find myself wondering, does the world need me? Does my family need me? Wouldn't everyone's life just be easier if they didn't have to deal with me being around? I hope the answers are yes, yes, and no, but sometimes it's really hard to convince myself of that. I have the very visible scars that remind me of misery and death and all that I struggle through. I have to turn away from them and grasp for any kind of hope I can find. Only right now, it's really, really hard. I know these feelings will lessen, they have before. I just wish that they would lessen now and not keep returning. I needed to get these things out so if you are reading this, thanks for being a witness for somehow it helps to know that someone can hear these messages.
Seventeen years ago a friend died and today would have been her birthday. I have missed her every New Year's Eve since she died. Her death left me with tons of questions. Could I have saved her? If I had been a better friend, would she still be alive? If I had known what I know now, could I have been wiser and supported her? Would any of that mattered?
And as I struggle with what I do know now but didn't know even 3 years ago, I can't help but think, who am I? Was all that came before just lies? Who can I trust? Who is to blame?
And as I have been on this journey towards healing, I keep asking why? And lately it has been the "questions for which there are no answers", as one of my parts says, that plague me. I want answers to the unanswerable for me, for my parts, for everyone who searches for the answers that cannot be.
This week has been difficult for me. And I find myself wondering, does the world need me? Does my family need me? Wouldn't everyone's life just be easier if they didn't have to deal with me being around? I hope the answers are yes, yes, and no, but sometimes it's really hard to convince myself of that. I have the very visible scars that remind me of misery and death and all that I struggle through. I have to turn away from them and grasp for any kind of hope I can find. Only right now, it's really, really hard. I know these feelings will lessen, they have before. I just wish that they would lessen now and not keep returning. I needed to get these things out so if you are reading this, thanks for being a witness for somehow it helps to know that someone can hear these messages.