My Burden

So where do I start…

Again I find myself at a loss for words trying to wrap my mind around everything I feel. Honestly half of the time it all feels like it’s in my head and maybe if I stop talking about it or acknowledging it maybe it will stop existing but even that feels like it would be too good to be true.

Everything I hear inside of my head seems like just a whisper so I easily ignore it. It’s hard to understand and to explain I just don’t know where to start. I’m hurting inside and I feel like I’m hurting myself and those who come into contact with me. I find myself once again longing for the world that I can call upon in my head where everyone knows me and they feel comfort in my presence. They long for me to be near them and they bring me as much peace as I bring them. In this world I am strong and powerful, I have powers and am in control of myself and my destiny. I get to explore a different kind of world where I’m not hindered by these noises I hear inside my mind. In this world I am free.

What am I doing here? I am so lost. Everyday feels like one more day i spend wasting people’s energy and honestly why should they spend any of it on me? Who am I, other than an out of shape obstacle in everyone’s way. In many ways I am simply a punching bag waiting for the day I break and need to be replaced. Yes though I’ll be patched together with duct tape I won’t ever be truly whole and eventually the tape isn’t going to work and I’ll just crumble apart. I think the worst part about that whole experience is that I’ll most likely just be expected to “pull myself together” and continue my existence as a broken down punching bag. Every time I have a break down I tell myself unknowingly to pull myself together because not only am I the cause of my destruction I am also the healer of my own flawed being. I don’t feel like I’m allowed to be upset for as long as I want because that’s inconvenient and no one wants to deal with someone who is like that. It’s too draining to be that way. It only causes problems for everyone out there who is just trying to get through everyday of their own life.

I am a burden. So many times I’ve heard those words in my head. I burden my friends with my mood swings and my behaviour. I burden them with my problems when they have the time to listen. I expect them to listen but I know deep down they don’t have to but I have to even though half of the time I don’t want to and I know I don’t need to but I do it anyways. I burden them with my happiness during times where they are feeling sorrow. I burden them with my thoughts and opinions that are meaningless. I burden my family with my lack of drive and commitment. I’m not passionate enough and I strive for nothingness so I am a failure. I burden my family with my being here, constantly in need and being the black sheep. I burden them with my ideals and my fears. I burden them with my inabilities and my lack of common interest. I burden my mother with my lively hood. I burden so many people yet I’m too afraid to stop being that burden. What would life be without me I often wonder, it always seems a lot more coherent without me in the picture. My mother can focus on her son and husband because there is nothing keeping her from it. My family can continue to boast about their successful children without having to pause and weigh up which nice words they’re going to use to spare my feelings. I see the blunder I am and everything inside me wants to strive to be better but nothing responds the way it’s supposed to. My words and actions do not meet their mark and I’m constantly being the let down my mind has convinced me I am. What is wrong with me?

Where does my mind lie in all this mess and why does it stay there?


Words unsaid.

This was a letter I never got to send and in it were some of the words I never got to say to this person. Putting them into a physical form felt liberating so I never felt the need to send it.

So, you’re probably wondering, “Why would she write me a letter?”. Well to be honest I’ve been contemplating writing this letter for a long time. The concept stems from a very young version of me, I feel like expressing myself with words has always been a great way for me to release my inner tension. I didn’t know if I was actually going to give you this letter and if I’m being honest with myself, I still don’t know if you’ll ever see this letter.

Recently I’ve been helping Kiara* get through a rough heartbreak and there was something I told her that made me remember my past and what I would do to get through a time where I couldn’t get my words out vocally. She messaged me one day asking me for advice, she wanted to message the person that hurt her and tell that person exactly what she had to endure because she cared dearly for this person. I told her to send the message and to make sure that she put in everything she wanted to say. My reasoning for this was because I told her that after this message was sent there would be no more reason to send another. See if this person genuinely cared for her or ever did they would read that message and be compassionate enough to apologize for the hurt they caused and give her closure.

That word closure… It feels like such a funny word to say and to believe. To this day I don’t feel like I ever received any closure from you, or should I say us? Us… Even that feels foreign to say…

Maury* the time I spent with you was probably the most magical time of my life even though now when I look back on it I can see it was the most twisted time of my life. You were good to me for the most part of our relationship. You made me fall deeply in love with you and it felt good. I gave you my trust and my “firsts” (I stand by what I said, I don’t regret you being my first), you were my everything, I gave you my heart to do with as you pleased. I am disappointed that instead of looking after it, like you promised me you would, you decided to take a massive shit on it. What made it so much worse is that you didn’t even have the decency to give me back my heart after crushing it. Yes, you’re reading that correctly, You still have my heart. You don’t deserve to have it, but I don’t even know if I want it back… You’re like a crying child in a pool of tar, you draw people in, you get them to be vulnerable, you make them love you and I mean really love you, foolishly, unconditionally, soul crushingly, devotedly love you and then you pull them into the tar… You fill every crevice of their being and suffocate them until there’s nothing left to take, and you leave them empty. You left me empty. The funny thing is if I could go back I don’t know if I would stop myself from falling for you.

Everything I felt with you was always so intense, I was always at the end of the spectrum. When I was happy, it was the happiest I had ever been in my otherwise gloomy life, and when I was sad, it felt like I was being abandoned… It felt like every inch of my being was turning against me, like I was rejecting myself and leaving myself for dead. You will probably never know how much I loved you or how badly I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life. You gave me something to look forward to and I know I didn’t make it seem that way and maybe it’s because it frightened me. You always convinced me that you were so sure about me and I couldn’t reciprocate that as strongly as you did. I know that probably corroded the relationship for you, however it just made me realise that you didn’t know me as well as you claimed to. I could never be that person who was sure of their future. That kind of thing takes years to get me into a space where I can be certain, and I can’t give people a false hope that they’re going to be in my future because I don’t know the future. I can hope and dream about people being in my future, but I know deep down that anything can happen, and I can’t handle putting my hopes on something that fragile. That may be a flaw but someone who truly knows me and loves me would understand.

I don’t think you ever understood what losing you did to me. The way you handled it as well… wow… It kind of made me realise why you had so many exes. You didn’t even have the balls to break up with me properly… You called me to say we should take a break, pathetic don’t you think? The break up made me realise that nothing you ever made me believe about you was ever real. You only admitted to cheating on me after that entire shit fest of a situation ended and you had the nerve to get mad at me for responding the way I did. Do you know what I had to go through to get over you and to forgive you? You were so horrible towards me and all for what? I’ll never know because you will never tell me. You blamed me for your infidelity, for the distance and for getting upset with you, when I was well within my rights to be mad at you.

When it started I tried to still be your friend, you pushed me away. I tried to contain myself and I tried to be as mature as I could be about the entire situation, but you spat all of it back in my face. You flaunted your knew life in front of me without a care for what it was doing to me and you expected me to be happy for you. How much more did you want to take from me? I couldn’t believe how selfish one person could be and I hated myself for loving you. I wanted to punish myself for being so weak and I did. I punished my body for feeling anything for someone who didn’t give so much as an iota about me. I destroyed my body because I wanted to suffer for being just another fool in the long line of girls that fell for you. It felt good, the physical pain that is. My muscles ached from working out, my body poisoned from the alcohol, my mind wreaked from numbing my being and the bruise you gave me… All of it felt so good. Hurting felt good because I knew I was serving my punishment for loving you.

You weren’t even worth it at the end of my recovery. I began to realize that you weren’t worthy of the love I gave you nor the sacrifices I made for you. You never deserved me. That’s what helped me get over you. Every day I realized again and again that you weren’t worth the pain or the tears or the mix-tape Kiara made me to help me get over you. You weren’t worth a mention to therapist I had to go to after Wesley died. You aren’t worth the energy I put into you. So I ask myself why do you still think about him? Why do my favourite love songs remind me of you? Why do you appear in my dreams? Why do I anticipate those random phone calls from you every few months?

Closure. I have never gotten any closure from the people that hurt me. I never got any closure from Vinny*, I never got any closure from my father nor have I gotten any closure from the one person who I Love even more than I loved you. You’re just another person on the list of who is never going to give me any piece of mind and you know what? I can come to terms with that. I know that you are just going to be the way you are and there’s no changing that.

As I go through this whole process of writing up this letter I realize that half of what I’ve said is most likely going to fly over your head and I’m okay with that because this letter is more for me anyways.

I never got to finish my letter but in all honesty I stopped having the need for it. My life is no longer the same and I am no longer this person. I am thankful for her though because she was a part of my healing.

*names have been changed