I was laying in bed this morning, debating if I should get
up and take my medication or just lay here and try to go back to sleep. But
that crazy question that has no answer continued to haunt me this morning. What
is the meaning of this life I’m living?
I can’t figure out what my reason for being is. I wonder if I’m living
or existing. My days feel empty to me,
yet I bask in my solitude and it makes as much sense as the life I live. I’m doing what I must do to wake each day,
take meds, sleep, eat and shit. I go visit doctors to analyze my health; I go
to the physical therapy/rehab. I spend hours on Facebook, peeking into other people’s
lives and playing a game that has no real purpose.
Life once made sense, or maybe I thought it did. As a child
there were so many possibilities, dreams and hopes that could come true. And
time was plentiful; my whole life was ahead of me. Then life was lived and those possibilities
started to look impossible, impossible because I didn’t want to work at making
it possible. So I dream of what I could of, should of, would have been, if my
choices were different.
Today my dreams look impossible, I’m 51 but feel much older.
My body abandoned me, it’s fighting me, punishing me if you will. I was blessed
with beauty, I was smart, I was fairly healthy and what did I do? That’s right
nothing!
People like to say you can measure your success by what you
have. I have a place to sleep, food to eat.
I have three children who are surviving in life, three beautiful
grandchildren. I made a decent living
that provides me today a decent SSD check once a month. Should I be satisfied with that? No I want
more, I believe I deserve more. I don’t want fame and riches though it would be
nice. I want happiness. My children and their children give me moments of
happiness, but it’s not enough. I want
to feel mentally good all the time, after all my body is constantly hurting me,
I am always on the verge of tears. So I want, at least, to feel good mentally
all the time. Is that selfish of me? I don’t think so. I’ve spent my life putting everyone else’s
happiness ahead of mine. I gave and gave and gave until I had no more to give. At
the time I enjoyed giving, to see the happiness of others gave me happiness.
But today I want my own happiness.
Yes I turn to God and I ask for forgiveness to the wrongs
I’ve done in life, I ask for my children to be happy and I ask for help to see
what my purpose is. I continue to be
confused, to feel lost and alone. I know as long as God is in my life I am
never alone. But I am human, I need, I want and demand human approval, touch,
praise and companionship. I have so much
locked inside me I don’t know how to let it out, to release the frustration,
the hurt and loneliness I feel.
When I was younger I use to hope for…and when I obtained, I
believe I was lucky. Now that I’m older, I pray for… and when I obtain, I know
that I am blessed. I am thankful to God for He is the master of all and He makes
all things possible.
Lupus is the thief in
the night, crawling in the dark creases of my mind and body stealing the me
that I was...ha! am. Not knowing that I was giving myself away for free. I gave
up who I was, to be this helpless, sick, depressed, sad and lonely woman. Full
of regret about the life I lived, the mistakes I made. I crawled into an abyss
if darkness, wandering loss inside myself. I couldn't come to terms with
what life has given me; this present wasn't a gift, not this lupus that turned
me inside out, upside down and all around. I was so angry, frustrated blinded
by rage. Disappointed.
My life was/is like an ocean without
fish, a sky without birds, a sun that won’t shine, a land without foot prints,
and a moon lost in an abyss of darkness.
What a master thief depression is.
I still have no answers. I still don't
have a purpose, but today I don't care, today I have a peace. What will,
may be and I will be as I may. I have lupus and I'm not going to continue
to allow it to consume me, I'm not dead, I have breath in my lungs, a mind that
thinks, legs that walk and a heart that beats with life. There is tomorrow all
I have to do is wake up.
As usual, written with such heart and honesty. You voice what many are thinking and or experiencing. You have Lupus, it does not have you! Never stop writing my friend!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sylvie, I can always count on you to encourage me to keep on writing. :)
DeleteIt may not seem like much at times but you have the ability to deeply effect people with your words. Your words totally changed my prospective of this day that was seeming to beat me down. Let's you and I share a piece of peace and drink to our mutual survival!!! I'll never get on Lifetime without you!
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