I haven’t cut myself in 7 years.

I guess the thought of that came to me “randomly” one day while driving in my car.  It was weird realizing that that fact didn’t even cross my mind for so long.  It was as if I was too busy focusing on what other things I needed to improve on, what other things I was lacking, the ideals I was not meeting yet.  I hadn’t stopped to give myself any credit or acknowledgment for the things I did progress in and the actual difference in the quality of life I am living now compared to 7 years ago, when my world was much, much smaller and denser.

I cried out of a mixture of joy, disbelief, and amazement.  Because to go from hating yourself so much and feeling so much internal frustration with the inability to cope that you turn it against your own body and mind was really a battle.  Sitting here and being aware of how I, in contrast now, can physically recoil from even thinking of myself doing that is… something I am very grateful for.

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eternal recurrence

eternal recurrence

if everything is a cycle.
if your emptiness is a cycle.
if the darkness is what you
keep returning back to.
then know
that so is your joy.
so is that love you feel
inside yourself opening up
more and more, little by little.
so is the natural current then
that unceasingly washes you back
to the familiar grounds
of your wildly unrelenting
beaconed heart.

musings of the heart

it’s a strange thing when in order to prove that you are strong, you have to deny what it is that makes you most human. as if the sound of your heart racing will echo into all distances and make you suddenly sniffed out as prey to be capsized.

we slow our hearts down so much for this as if to make it seem like we don’t even own one. as if the racing of our minds and other things are better. as if the flush on our skins will make us too susceptible to being found out. found out for what ? for having emotions and inner lives, which needn’t be a secret anymore in this day and age. we are equipped and have always been equipped with something that will lead us ultimately out of the dark.

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the worst of it

the worst of it is over.  it still doesn’t mean you don’t have to sit with the havoc that it wreaked though.  it still doesn’t mean that you don’t have to go around picking up the pieces, trying to salvage the salvageable, seeing what you can mend and what you cannot.

the pertinent points of it that categorizes such a destruction is no longer here, but we sit in its wake all the same.  we sit here, stupefied for a little bit, disoriented for a little bit, still weighed down by the mess that rearranged our nervous systems a little bit.  it takes a while to collect ourselves and most importantly, to start facing the reality that things will never be the same again.

but that in itself doesn’t have to be a bad thing.  you can’t go back to the same life you were leading because as you can see, that one is already torn up.  that phase has passed.  it always is going to be the road with all signs pointing to a second life now. that is your true north now.  everything is waiting for your ground to grow with more fertility this time.

there is a heaviness that such chaos brings, but it can be clipped into paper birds and paper airplanes and be flung out to leave lightness for yourself and breadcrumbs for others.  a snowing of what has survived.  the worst of it is over now.  but that doesn’t mean we stop wanting more and carving better for ourselves.

 

 

-g