Sometimes I feel so lost...so alone...so unimportant...so ugly...so forgetable.
It hurts to know that deep down you are special, you are important, you are beautiful and you are not alone...Yet when the world tells you otherwise, and the world does this for years, it does begin to wear down your resolve to the point that you begin to believe the world, even when you don't want to. And, even when you still know, deep down, that the world is a place full of liars and people who are jealous and petty. Even then, their words stab into your heart like a brittle blade that leaves jagged, barbed points behind when it is removed...And those barbs dig in and dig deeper, scarring and maiming along the way.
I just wish that this world would allow me to be me without making fun of me, or putting me down, or giving me shit because I'm not like everyone else.
As of today I am 45 years, 6 months and 3 days old. I've been married to the same man for over 21 years. I've birthed three children and raised them all to adulthood, as well as having a serious hand in the raising of a now grown step-daughter. I have three beautiful grandchildren and I am raising the eldest as my own.
And yet I still feel so lost...so alone...so unimportant...so ugly...so forgetable.