hi-lights from the week:

It the midst of this mess of a life
I attempt to think of what i truly know
who i am
what i are for
why i am here, still
what matters
questions plague me
answers are few
to think that i feel as if i know nothing
is deafening to all senses
if i know nothing of myself i feel
as if i know nothing of the world
or society in any way
if i as an intelligent person
know nothing of who i am
or for that matter
nothing of personal value of myself
i truthfully feel blind deaf and mute in this world
from birth
but i know
in some part of me
that i know something about myself
some ever constant part
that seems to be rooted deeper than anything i have ever known
what is it
that i desire love?
Need love
want love
feel love
am love?
By the extension that i
am one of God's creations
he created all existence
out of love
thereby making me love
as one of his creations
but can i buy into that completely?

What is the purpose of my self hating
is it to always be challenging myself
to never rest until i am better
i cannot dare say it is to condemn me

what is the truth behind my low self esteem
the manic depression
lack of friends
i dont know
but maybe i am not supposed to know right now
maybe one day it will click and i will see it all clearly
or maybe it wont
it could come slowly
for the rest of my life

why must i put up a facade to the world
i mean it fools only people i shouldnt be friends with
i say that i need no approval nor care what others think
but i do
i honestly do
i die to know what people think
and even when i do reach out to ask
if given no support i just default to
the fact that i say i dont care
how many people see through me
how many people know that i care what people think
but how many peoples opinions actually matter to me
and why them
time
influence
love?

Am i truthfully in conflict
and is that different from confused
are either of these things actually bad at all?
I feel as though Dr Simonson was right
all conflict is is differing information
thereby it is a surplus amount of information that just needs sorting
so why stress
i will come to an answer
sometime
doesnt have to be right now
as long as i get there it doesnt matter when
this isnt a race
and if it is
i wont mind coming in last
and living the most

where is the root of my chronic lying
did i see my brother as a teen
running from my parents gaze
going of to smoke and ingest illegal drugs?
Or is it attention seeking from my childhood of feeling like the least important
am i dillusional and think that i am the least important
while my brother and sister maintain i was center ring
is being the best so important i will fabricate lies
that will in th end hang me

and what of the manic depression
is it chemical imbalance
is it perception
could it all really be genetics
look at the line i come from
anger management
divorce
high stress
dramatics
maybe it really is genes
and maybe i owe a severe debt of thanks to OK

i have some baggage
who doesnt
just cause you dont see
as if in an airport
doesnt mean we all dont have a bag
or three
its my junk
i am happy to drag it along
the load will get lighter
and the bags will get smaller
eventually
it'll be a wallet
and that day is exciting

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Truthfully
i have no idea what to write
i feel uninspired
which is quite alright with me
it at times would signal
my mind slowing
however
maybe just this once
it is calm again
something i havent felt in a while
did owning up to my shit do something good?
Does reminding myself that i should focus on me
do some good
why does it truthfully matter what those around me do
if it does not actually effect me
i mean emotionally whatever
but physically if it is doing no harm
what is the issue
is it normal to be this emotional
even if it isnt though
its me
and i am doing better than i ever expected
i mean honestly
the part of me that worries about them is quieter now
but i fear that it is only because i have removed them as much as possible
from my life for a given time
will it return if i let them back in
thinking that i have helped myself
if it does
how will i react

wait

one day at a time
one beat of my heart
one breath in my lungs
one moment at a time
anything else
really doesnt matter
stop thinking ahead and think about now
let the moments come when they do
and take them in then
try not to assume and jump ahead
cause if you are going with your eyes closed
you have no idea where you will land

so with this
breath

really thats all

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It the midst of this mess of a life
I attempt to think of what i truly know
who i am
what i are for
why i am here, still
what matters
questions plague me
answers are few
to think that i feel as if i know nothing
is deafening to all senses
if i know nothing of myself i feel
as if i know nothing of the world
or society in any way
if i as an intelligent person
know nothing of who i am
or for that matter
nothing of personal value of myself
i truthfully feel blind deaf and mute in this world
from birth
but i know
in some part of me
that i know something about myself
some ever constant part
that seems to be rooted deeper than anything i have ever known
what is it
that i desire love?
Need love
want love
feel love
am love?
By the extension that i
am one of God's creations
he created all existence
out of love
thereby making me love
as one of his creations
but can i buy into that completely?

What is the purpose of my self hating
is it to always be challenging myself
to never rest until i am better
i cannot dare say it is to condemn me

what is the truth behind my low self esteem
the manic depression
lack of friends
i dont know
but maybe i am not supposed to know right now
maybe one day it will click and i will see it all clearly
or maybe it wont
it could come slowly
for the rest of my life

why must i put up a facade to the world
i mean it fools only people i shouldnt be friends with
i say that i need no approval nor care what others think
but i do
i honestly do
i die to know what people think
and even when i do reach out to ask
if given no support i just default to
the fact that i say i dont care
how many people see through me
how many people know that i care what people think
but how many peoples opinions actually matter to me
and why them
time
influence
love?

Am i truthfully in conflict
and is that different from confused
are either of these things actually bad at all?
I feel as though Dr Simonson was right
all conflict is is differing information
thereby it is a surplus amount of information that just needs sorting
so why stress
i will come to an answer
sometime
doesnt have to be right now
as long as i get there it doesnt matter when
this isnt a race
and if it is
i wont mind coming in last
and living the most

where is the root of my chronic lying
did i see my brother as a teen
running from my parents gaze
going of to smoke and ingest illegal drugs?
Or is it attention seeking from my childhood of feeling like the least important
am i dillusional and think that i am the least important
while my brother and sister maintain i was center ring
is being the best so important i will fabricate lies
that will in th end hang me

and what of the manic depression
is it chemical imbalance
is it perception
could it all really be genetics
look at the line i come from
anger management
divorce
high stress
dramatics
maybe it really is genes
and maybe i owe a severe debt of thanks to OK

i have some baggage
who doesnt
just cause you dont see
as if in an airport
doesnt mean we all dont have a bag
or three
its my junk
i am happy to drag it along
the load will get lighter
and the bags will get smaller
eventually
it'll be a wallet
and that day is exciting

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To write further feels futile
and anything that would come of it
would be worthless by my own eyes
so read this when you return here
and know
you decided well in your own mind
that it was better to not write than the latter
and know you were convicted

all it takes is conviction
following your all
you will be ok

i am hearing the words grandma said it
knowing that i think them
but i would only think that if it was possible
if it was supposed to be thought

grandma vandervelden
are you there?
I want to say yes
and if you are
come to me in my sleep quickly
and i will know

that – i cant even put it into words
that god is love
that things will be ok

and they will be
trust

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just some things for ya'll