Over time I have been so many women.
I have said this so many times.
I’ve been the girl who was assaulted and had no idea till this day how I managed.
Then I was the girl looking for some personal control over myself, mainly my body and I slept with any and everyone with a pulse, who wanted to sleep with me.
This was how I hurt my first love.
she wanted to love me so badly and I wanted to sulk in all I couldn't heal from in anger, drunken fits, and sexual escapades.
I remember so many moments that I felt helpless, yet somehow wanting to just be understood and accepted anyway.
I remember navy times with me at 16/17 thinking older navy people I met cared but all it was was drunken evenings and being the problem cause they all wanted to fuck me and I let them no matter what the dynamic was.
I thought I found forever, someone to match my energy and ideas and dreams. she painted such a pretty future portrait I couldn't resist till things changed in all the ways I wasn’t expecting.
Wanting her to love me but barely appropriately...
I was put into all these pieces and yet expected be what was demanded and I couldn't be...
I couldn't be what was wanted.
I was so tired of being not seen, barely wanted, only a baby maker a fill in for a life she lacked as a child...I was only a filler for a void I didn't make.
I was in programs, some AA.s , trauma... let go and scared. I was always feeling lost but desperately wanting to between words, broken promises, fake energy, and people seeing an idea of me but not the reality.
I was and have been just wanting acceptance. but learning no one can heal my heavy.
My heavy was all that I had and to think anyone could make it vanish, silly me..
now I am always on a high of knowing what I need to barely functioning through day and night.
I have made mistakes searching for more.
I have broken myself more than I wanted
I want to heal and grow in love but I never feel safe enough to and then I wonder if I ever will and if im wasting time.
so im hoping that I will get it sorted out.
love my body by exercising
There's a life I have envisioned and yet I haven't attained it and why?
cause I keep wanting others to give me what I can give myself cause I don't tink I can handle that sense of power and growth that I know I need.