It’s getting there. I’m feeling like I’m on the edge. I’ve been there before, and every time I pull myself back without falling in. Then I come back stronger. But who knows, maybe this time I will fall in. It’s been so long since that has happened. Let me think…
I think the last time I went over that edge was back in 2004. It took me some time to get out of that rut. It was a time where few people knew, and many believed my facade. But then, I came back 10x stronger. It’s hard to describe exactly what happens every time I do go over that edge. I fall. I shatter. And then, when I’m put back together, somehow, I’m made of more than when I first broke in the first place. And, the particular weakness that caused me to tumble down in the first place is addressed thereby removing that particular vulnerability.
I’ve had other points in my life where I began to go over the edge, but circumstances in my life would not allow me to shatter. I had to be strong. I had to continue on. A mask would not suffice. And I don’t generally wear masks. For when I show genuine concern and care for another, it is because I love them. My problems just take a back seat. Sometimes though, I pull out the mask. It’s the times when I can no longer put it on the back burner for me to deal with alone. Unfortunately, a back log gets created form trying to do everything on one’s own.
So, I cry out. The question is: who will listen? Who will be there for me? Will you, dear reader, share with me?