How do we begin this?
Shall I tell you about my screwed up childhood, my mother passing when I was too young, losing my business as I changed my perspective on money and what it’s truly worth, losing my partner (or not partner’s) mother after a very long struggle who was like a mother to me or about losing my partner as I’m just too much of a painfull memory of everything that happened to his mom.
I don’t know. Â I can however tell you that the weight has become unbearable and I wish I would allow it to crush me. Â Â I’ve been here before, as have many of us, as a teenager there was always a reason to hurt myself (the ugly scars which we now how to bear will not let us forget), this feeling has never quite left… but this time around, I have no fear, I have no concern for the people I love as I know for a fact that their lives will simply move on.
So the question is, do I sleep with a hope to ease my own troubled mind… or do I sort out my affairs and run the bathtub.
I don’t know.
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How do we being
As soon as a moment becomes it passes away.
Every beginning is its end and every end it’s beginning.
How then do we begin?
I refuse the appeal to hope
It is our appeal that leads to despair.
I would not fill the tub or appeal to hope
I can see it’s been a tough life. Do you think losing you will be that easy on others?