My heart is broken. I’m sitting here crying, trying to figure out exactly how to mend it. When things like this happen, it’s hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I try to explain why I’m angry, why I’m sad.
All I get is a response of I need to get some help. And I don’t understand, why are you feeling like this?
And Lip Service.
I really want to take those lips and rip them off. I’m sorry but it’s been how long? And I still have to tell you down to the smallest thing how I feel? I’m sorry but I shouldn’t.
I’m tired of being the strong one, the responsible one, the one who listens, the one who figures things out. The one who does everything.
I have so many names. Wife, daughter, sister, aunt, friend, maid, I could go on. But the one that comes to mind right now,
Broken.
I’m sorry honey. I wish I could help.
Thank you! I wish you could too. I wish I could figure out how the best way to help myself would be. But right now, I just don’t know.
I’m sad to hear about how much you are hurting right now. It can be really hard when others make upsetting comments without seeing just how much this affects you. It’s really important for your own well-being to be who YOU want to be, and not who others expect you to be (the strong one, etc). Take your time to pick up the broken pieces and put them back together how YOU want them arranged.