
I do not doubt my strength, resilience, nor my compassion. I do feel though, quite some guilt. I settled back into a space where I forever told myself I would never put myself through. It’s been rough; the mental games. The word triggered is a word that is much more spoken in this uproar in mental health during pandemic times.
The word triggered speaks to me in a different way. My ears perk up, I’m home and when I hear something; I get ready for my anxiety to sink in that I want to sleep in all day. It’s harsh. It feels disheartening to write such, but it is the reality which I want to cut away. I want life to turn a whole 180 degrees, a whole 360 degrees to a life I want to be, I want, to what I need.
I was told in the outside world that a peace of mind is important in all aspects of your life. Throughout the day I wish for it. I wish for it in a way, where I am in a different environment of white light, sun light, with my eyes closed and when life is on the move I’m having fun. I don’t want to be me, I want to be somewhere else, I want to be someone else. It’s that harsh. I’ll say that again. It’ll repeat each time I wake up. What brings me peace is when I walk outside but in a stimulated place where I do not know and just want to learn everything. I’ve walked many residential areas, but it can be quite a bore.
Why do I feel guilt? I thought at this time long ago I’d be at a different phase of life of feeling settled and had things figured out. I think everyone does. So many lucky ones, and yet social media does not do a good service to bring about a happy mindset for me to oversee and compare others’ lives. I got asked to sit down and tell my plan for my future onset. That’s when guilt hit me. I cannot tell you my future because you will be disappointed as I am disappointed in myself.
What is there to call proud if you can’t be proud of me and what I’ve done in the first place? It always hurts my heart that such exists. I always used to reach for hope and it always outside these walls. But what hurts most is, when you reach outside for help, it’s an illusion with some people you talk to. It’s a disguise of a pretend face. That’s why this world is a rough rock, pins and needles. What is there when everything is just pretend? It’s another harsh reality.
To be free, to do what you like at moments’ notice is beautiful. It is the fresh air and breath you take once you step out your front door while the sunlight shines onto your face. Take me to such a place, to such a world of freedom, belief, and the love to live every moments’ notice. Take me there, and I’ll forever be yours to hold your hand, and set back free into a world of bliss. Be bliss with me.