Oh no Chic.
I know. But it’s been in my mind.
I think it’s possibly a feeling of helplessness and frustration. I’ve being trying to weigh up what my life is and place some sort of relative value on it.
But I get back to ‘bad things happen to bad people’ and then I get into a cycle of thoughts about where exactly I am and attempting to get to.
Maybe not quite giving in, but thinking to myself that I haven’t exactly got anywhere with anything and I’m sort of lost.
When I figure the sacrifices, I sort of still get lost. Time, money/debt, maybe opportunity.
But did I get what I deserved?
I guess. It’s pretty much me and my thoughts. The weekdays sort of run their course. Weekends go faster.
I’m trying to learn earlier bedtimes and more sleep but quite a lot of restless nights in there.
I wonder over the last six/seven years and the toll it’s taken on me.
The things that I muddled though and got past and the sort of feeling that I started broken and it’s still the same. I don’t suppose there’s a metaphor for the pieces not being fixed, but just arranged slightly differently.
I don’t suppose ‘more broken’ is possible. Maybe I’m back to the thought about a bulletproof vest merely having more holes in it than that first time it got punctured.
Damaged once is the worst and the subsequent damage, at the same velocity/force, merely places another mark on it.
I guess it’s a numbness sometimes.
‘Here’s another rubbish situation’
And so on.
Helpless and sometimes feeling oblivious to the impact of all those hits.
Already not having the balance of company, friends and family. So what’s another bad thing?
It’s not a feeling of being ‘worse’, maybe just another bad day on top of another bad day and being no closer to finding or having a good one.
I can wish that everything was better, but I’ve being holding onto that kind of hope for too long.
Which all brings me back to ‘was I unlucky’ ‘did I deserve it?’ ‘Am I a bad person getting my just desserts’