#facingthetruth

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Hoping some day I find peace.

Hoping someday I find me.

When dreams become real enough to exist, 

When they take over your life and start to persist. 

Reality as is, 

Is not longer a grey, 

Held as a barrier between real and fake. 

A love so confounding, 

So brutal and dry, 

Drives you to ask yourself why God oh why. 

Lost to psychotics because of a dream, 

Lost to great fears because that’s what they seem. 

A mind keeps on grappling, 

Simply to see, 

Discovers the memories of what used to be. 

To fall with your fears and your dreams and your love. 

Is like falling into murky, 

White foggy, 

Sludge. 

Falling, 

Crying, 

And serving a blank, 

Who is to know of their secret romance. 

A secret once told, 

But never again. 

Locked away high, 

In a mind castle land. 

A secret long kept, 

But never was spoken, 

A secret so raw, 

It tears at a person. 

Secrets are secrets not meant to be shared, 

But help only comes when that secret is spared. 

To hide something so raw, 

For a time so long past, 

Brings up the wounds of scars going black. 

For how long no importance, 

For how real no pain, 

For how brutal no ignorance of people who blame. 

The blame’s not on others, 

But fucked up crude labels, 

Boxing in love, 

That’s been so unstable. 

Cause love is unstable, 

When said right out blank, 

Love is a whirlpool, 

Of pain and torment. 

Why love and psychotics go hand in hand, j

Why love comes with baggage so heavy and sad. 

But people stand strong confronting the torment, 

They stand with their head as high as a tortoise. 

They face it with truth, 

And they face it with fact. 

They face the reality 

And choose not to look back. 

It hurts so much worse, 

Than things of this world. 

It tears open a person, 

To their heart and their soul. 

But this has to be done in order to heal, 

I faced the truth by coming face to face with my disability. Always the inquisitive child, I wanted and needed to know what was wrong with me and how I presented. Instead of us facing the truth, many of us may choose to live in denial.

It’s a person’s choice to deny reality as a way of avoiding psychologically uncomfortable truths and we’ve made it into an artform. But by us facing the truth, we’re demonstrating to ourselves and others, we are ready to let go of being in denial. Facing the truth although painful, is inevitable.

Taking an inventory although it isn’t easy, it’s necessary if we are to emotionally and spiritually grow. If we are to come through the other end happier people.

But running from the truth, isn’t something you can run from or scoot around, because you will eventually have to face the truth. We must come face to face with our realities. We must dust ourselves down and pick ourselves back up.

The truth is the truth however you choose to face it, truth doesn’t stop being the truth the more we ignore it. It doesn’t help us, refusing to accept a verifiable reality.

The truth will set us free. It empowers, motivates and gives us confidence. The truth will lead us on a path of enlightenment, on an emotional and spiritual journey.

Without consciously knowing, without facing the truth we will continue to deal with our issues and demons, whichever way we look at it, we will end up back at the same place.

Ho sempre pensato di temere di essere abbandonata, ma tutto ciò che facevo sapevo l’avrebbe comportato. Solo oggi mi sono resa conto di temere esattamente il contrario, ho paura dei baci, ho paura delle carezze e degli abbracci sinceri, ho paura del calore umano. È per me ormai cosa sconosciuta, la desidero così tanto eppure quando succede scoppia in me la confusione, è come se cercassi di distinguere un granello di sabbia dalla spiaggi intera, le emozioni si confondono e io non sono più padrona di ciò che mi accade attorno e questo mi crea disagio, un profondo disagio che mi ferma il respiro