It’s February 28, mid afternoon, I am devastatingly lonely. And it is not surprising how this blog has started. Alone is okay. Being alone is a gift. I empathize massively and I find it best to embrace it - to ride it through like any other emotion: in my view, the ability to plumb the full depths of all emotions is what keeps us in balance and ultimately what keeps us calm inside - it turns into a kind of confidence in the cycles of life. The moments are sometimes difficult to get through as you were feeling - but you have to go through the darkness to get to the light. So back to it, it’s pretty easy when you’re somewhat isolated to become completely focused on your own opinions and needs. I am not really alone. There are others out there that think the way I do, quite a few of them, actually. So I take my heart back with a positive mindset and I am not angling to be picked up. What happened has happened. Whatever twists it may offer, it is a –must face reality.
I said reality…this is what I feel, so be it…
I have noticed for the last couple of hours I have a lump in my throat and every few minutes tears fill my eyes but I don't cry. And I am dying to cry, for once and for all, cry for real. I feel I am repressing myself because right now I am at work. The longer I hold this cry inside me I am more scared to let it out. I am afraid of the sound it will make, I am afraid I wont be able to stop, I am scared I wont be able to breathe. But I think if I do cry, it will be such a tremendous release that I must do this. Sometimes I feel I am almost there, but I never cry.
TV makes the tears run down my face very easily. Every time someone finds love, every time someone loses a loved one. Stories about making a dream come true after working very hard for it. All those portrayed moments of unity, friendship, kindness, caring or generosity between people, those really get to me. I know these are reality sob stories designed to make you emotional. The connection to my life which is utterly missing any of the above is obvious. I am still not able to fully neither comprehend nor be closer to find a reason, but she lost me. And I don’t cry for now. It’s not yet sinking in. Coincidentally, as I am writing this blog, I remembered, it’s been a year now that someone shattered my heart into pieces. Yet, the feeling was gone and I am all healed by the flaws of time spent. And that’s not the case right now. It was incidental, to have a break up with the same date is seemingly peculiar.
It is true…it’s fine to romanticize loneliness, but it can be a heartbreaking trend. And for now I-want-to-cry-my-eyes-out!!! I want to let it all out! Feel my rib cage go up and down again and again, pushing all of the tears and the pain out of my body, I want to be able to make a sound, hear my own voice without worrying how it sounds, and get rid of the shame... why can’t I do that? I have this scream inside me, it is so shattering and chilling, how can something be so violent and strong yet so silent?
No one is worth always waiting for... life is too short.
-dyoyzee-
