Hey @wordman
Thankyou for kind wishes. May your Easter be sweet too.
I had a small number of unexpected kindnesses this Easter & you are one of them.
I feel a bit sad right now. You always seem to reach out when I'm at my lowest. I don't like portraying this side of myself to you reach time we share.
I'm actually an awesome & naturally content person. I think more than many people I've encountered. I'm not sure why that is, I think I was born happy.
Blind luck.
I thought about your proposal - what inspires me. The first thing that came to mind was helping others. I would like the world to be a brighter place. I am bursting with so much love & kindness, it's easy for me to offer hope to another. I would like to help the world, in the same way people have helped me. A kind warmth & light, when all they see are the haunting shadows that drag across the midnight sea.
I'm inspired by people like you. Who somehow know exactly when to offer hope, a kind sentiment.
So, I'm aware of the kindness that had been afforded me today.
I don't want to dwell on the disappointments. They are there.
I'm certainly not the first person to feel this way.
I'm in a state where I'm highly attuned to unrelenting desperation I feel.
I'm not coping, & have not been for months. Chores, meals, shopping, routine - I have not been able to attend for months.
I have days where I can build enough strength & cook myself dinner & tidy & organise. Earlier today, I had small dance in the bathroom. A friend sent me a text saying happy Easter..& it made my day! The little things - it really was a big thing.
The big picture is not good. My domestic environment is unlivable. I have had many supports in place. I have had many traumatic abuses. I have done EVERYTHING I can think of, within my control to rise above.
The basic element I cannot grasp & need desperately, is help.
The problems I'm enduring - they are way beyond my abilities to solve. I am powerless. It sounds silly, or immature - the fact is, I cannot get myself out of this one. I need to be rescued.
I have asked, pleaded, begged, surrendered, taken risks, - readjusted, conformed, let go, been courageous, defiant, been kind, been mean & tough. Open to change, & stuck to my core values. I've run out of angles.
My mind, tomorrow, being stupidly optimistic, will find yet another new solution, & I will believe that this must be the path - why didn't I see it earlier? By tomorrow night, I will be exactly right back here...& if I get thru tomorrow, then the next few days or weeks - it will come back to haunt me again.
Yes. The only way out. It's too be rescued.
Or, I continue living, an unlivable situation, each day becoming sicker, as I continue to suffer. My spirit trapped.
I'm going to heat up dinner now. Vegetables & lamb, I made in the slow cooker cpl nights ago.
I will feed & water the animals. Take my increasing supply of meds & shut my eyes, praying once again, that tomorrow will be the day.... It won't. Not being pessimistic - it's simply not up to me.
Love to you wordman.