The Br🤕ken...
My brain is broken, it doesn’t work like most, my thoughts drive others crazy and my mind does not ever stop. I worry non stop about the dumbest things and often worry more about others feelings then my own. I have been called every name in the book by people who are supposed to love me, I have been hit and pushed and knocked down. And even though somedays it’s so hard to get back up , to keep facing the world, I do. I manage to pull myself back to my feet, cover up the pain and try to appear normal in the eyes of everyone I meet. Its exhausting acting all day, everyday. Inside I am torn right apart, inside my everything cries, screams and just wants to give up. I have lost happiness, I feel like everyday is just a challenge to survive , there is no time for happiness when your always at the brink of death and fighting with everything you have to not let go. And I can’t even fight with my own wanting to give up moments without feeling drowned with guilt. Guilt of how can I feel this way when people who want nothing more then to live and do so happily die in tragic accidents all around us. So to add to my already worn down and broken brain I have to add guilt for even having these feelings and moments. It’s a crazy place to be and it’s so scary to be in this place all alone. No one understands it, they might say they do, the might feel bad finding out what you actually go through but they will never really understand it. My family means more to me then anything in my life and yet mentally I can’t seem to enjoy them because I worry about them more then I do things with them. The constant worry, wondering, scared of everything makes me pull away from them , from everyone. Somedays I wake up and I just don’t want any friends, i don’t want anyone knowing me, I just want everyone to forget for a day that I even exist. Just forget for a whole week that they even know me. Just let me rest, let me not have to worry or wonder. The constant what did they actually mean when they said that or they looked at me funny but why , what is actually going on. The constant worry of being talked about behind your back. I know it happens. I hear things, my brain is broken but it is sharp and well tuned to sniff out betrayal. Somedays I just can’t take the jokes, the insults in fun or the even the small talk. Somedays I just want it all to go away. I just want to be alone, I just want to be silent, I just want to stop thinking and worrying and wondering. Somedays I just want to feel free, I want to just be me whoever me is, I don’t even know who me is cause I don’t even know the last time i felt safe enough to actually be me.
