struggling *TRIGGER*
Accept and love yourself, be true to the inner you, and you will finally have happiness and peace. Great words to say and hear.
I have become numb and hopeless, maybe worse than ever. When I tell someone of my abuse, they always get this kind of grimace on their face. It is one of those looks that says something awful happened to me, something they find gross. Looking back, I think to my self how it should have been this awful thing, and how the acting out should have been awful. The problem is when I look back, I smile. God help me! I loved every minute of it.
From the start, it was like living some grand adventure. You know, I have people now tell me they envy me. Imagine! Ive lived and done things that most never have. Ive lived the fantasies that others only dream.
The problem is where do I go now? Ive been the pro athlete, but Im not him now. Now I work a routine, boring, thankless job. Ive lived sexual things that are as far as a person can go without breaking the law. So where to I go now? How do I fill the void left? Im always reliving the glory days, the days when I was living. Where do I go now? How do I find contentment with normal life when Ive lived so large?
Over time, Ive grown old over this. Im numb now. I feel like therapy has shown me the way to freedom, but I am too much a coward to follow through. Accept my self, love my self, and be the real me. Thats all great, but what happens when Im not allowed to be the real me any more? The real me is that kid who had group sex, threesomes and slept with dogs. How do I be the real me?
It feels like all of this has been for nothing. After all the therapy, and all the work to learn to love myself again, what does it really matter? So I love myself, so what? Life is still empty because I can never be what I was. I will never again be the free spirit I was. When youve lived so large, how can the smallness of real life fulfill you?
I have become numb and hopeless, maybe worse than ever. When I tell someone of my abuse, they always get this kind of grimace on their face. It is one of those looks that says something awful happened to me, something they find gross. Looking back, I think to my self how it should have been this awful thing, and how the acting out should have been awful. The problem is when I look back, I smile. God help me! I loved every minute of it.
From the start, it was like living some grand adventure. You know, I have people now tell me they envy me. Imagine! Ive lived and done things that most never have. Ive lived the fantasies that others only dream.
The problem is where do I go now? Ive been the pro athlete, but Im not him now. Now I work a routine, boring, thankless job. Ive lived sexual things that are as far as a person can go without breaking the law. So where to I go now? How do I fill the void left? Im always reliving the glory days, the days when I was living. Where do I go now? How do I find contentment with normal life when Ive lived so large?
Over time, Ive grown old over this. Im numb now. I feel like therapy has shown me the way to freedom, but I am too much a coward to follow through. Accept my self, love my self, and be the real me. Thats all great, but what happens when Im not allowed to be the real me any more? The real me is that kid who had group sex, threesomes and slept with dogs. How do I be the real me?
It feels like all of this has been for nothing. After all the therapy, and all the work to learn to love myself again, what does it really matter? So I love myself, so what? Life is still empty because I can never be what I was. I will never again be the free spirit I was. When youve lived so large, how can the smallness of real life fulfill you?