IrisAlthea
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Catharsis is a good thing, but I am sorry you have to go through this. I do know that feeling when you just want to give up on it, because yesterday wouldn't be soon enough and it hurts too much, this cycle of wait and wish and be disappointed.I am fighting a fight i no longer think i can win. Each day, i wake up to a world where i don't belong, and slog through it with a fake smile and longing eyes. I do not fit. My life is abnormal. Platitudes bring me no comfort. They say 'someday' and my heart wants to demand empirical proof. Name the day. There are no guarantees. There is no choice. Effort is not rewarded, there is no novel in this, just endless, empty heartache. I bow my head so they don't see my expression. My goal and reward comes no quicker by sharing my grief, letting them see eleven years of tears, and hopes that have been crushed by fate's fickle brush strokes. I rage against it, against me. What purpose have i? Inferior, an arid wastleland. Nothing grows here, tiny shoots of greenery smothered, til they are nothing but dust and faint memory. My body aches, my ears prick at cries i'm hard-wired to respond to, yet weren't issued at me. I fight because it is a dream that i can't let go of. I am fast approaching the point where my lack of control over my life will be remedied by pain from choice instead. I can't stop the hate, the agony and the jealousyy. Why me? Why this? I try to silence the insiduous voice that foretells of other failures, judged incompetant by the highest powers to play nicely with a gift given automatically to their other children on earth, many who have not been good, not played nicely with others, fall below th recommended age rating or who don't have an appreciation for what they receive. I cannot turn back time, even that would not turn bare soil to lush meadow, but i could teach my childhood self not to hope, that she be spared this. Fate turns her creul yet beautiful face from me whilst i beg and plead for equality and normality. She spurns my desires again and again, unmoved. There is not always a choice. I want what i can not have.
(I've toyed with deleting this, but that would be cowardly. It's been slightly cathartic)
Great post!Molly,
I know we don't know one another. Yet my need to reply to this cannot be denied. Your words? My God. Powerful words, from a powerful woman.
I realize I don't know you, your life. I can't possibly understand any of what you're dealing with, and have, and will continue to. I can't believe I have the audacity to add my words to others more able, more worthwhile, more known than a stranger.
But we ache, we try, we need, we crave, we want, we desire, we deserve. And we are disappointed, and denied, stepped on and crushed, ignored and overlooked. Over and over again. In pain, in suffering, again. But we continue to try, to hope, to dream, to take the f-ing next step forward. There are no guarantees, life is NOT fair, promises are broken, and people let us down. But because we need and want, and deserve, we try again.
Failure isn't a real word, not to me, not anymore. Because taking that next step forward doesn't allow it to be. Call it what you will, coping, dealing, coasting or fighting. It's taking another f-ing step forward. Another hour, another day. Will today be the day, or tomorrow, next week, next month, next year?
You're in my thoughts. No comfort there, I know. But it's true.![]()


