Monday, November 24, 2008
Falling in the Ocean
For a long time I've felt like I'm stranded in an ocean. Wave after wave drags me below the surface, and I never know how or if I'm going to breathe again. I only know there will always be another wave. Maybe I'll drown, maybe I'll be swept to shore eventually. I used to care, I used to fight, but I don't anymore. I just try to float. I'm lonely, but I'm not alone. Somewhere people are partying on a cruise ship. Somewhere a couple is falling in love on the beach. Somewhere a swimmer lost a leg to a Tiger Shark. What we have has nothing to do with what we deserve.
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I'd beg you to not take on too much of this burden yourself, but I'm not sure it'll do any good. Instead, please remember to lean on others as often as you can and whenever you need to. Sometimes we can band together and drive off the tiger sharks...or at least make them very, very sorry they tried to mess with us.
Love ever, FMA
I woke up yesterday with an inexplicably swollen and painful toe, and realized it was 11 months to the day since my mom died. I hobbled out to my car to go to class, and the car wouldn't start. And? Last week I weighed more than my brother. The burdens find me.
I think it's okay to float for a while sometimes. I know I have done that in the past and it's been what has sustained me.
((hugs))
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