One of the hard things about being away from Ralph is when I’m having those rainy days and I need him by my side to hold my hand.
The people closest to you are the ones who give you the most painful experiences. Everyone seems to see me differently. One thing I hate the most is how I’m being looked down upon, how someone intentionally shoves in my face how I’m inadequate in their eyes. Maybe I don’t share my feelings to just anyone because I avoid them being belittled by people who don’t care how you feel. People end up getting upset at me because I don’t open up..? How can someone expect that when they’re the reason why I don’t want to share in the first place.
My happiness doesn’t matter, it seems?
I am not a child. I am an adult learning to make wise decisions. I’m learning to fall and stand. I don’t like how I’m being choked. I’m being so protected as if I haven’t been hurt before. I’ve gone through storms no one will ever understand besides God. I’ve embraced pain and I’ve crashed and burned during that process. But I confidently stand because Christ, only Christ, has lifted me up from the pit, no one else.