Breathless.. I could hardly breathe Gasping desperately for truth. My naked soul stood trembling, Beaten & bruised. My heart lays there in pieces. In such a vulnerable state. I stare out into the world, Do loving people still exist? Searching for answers. I stumbled upon some angels. Love, patience, kindness. Those were the angels characteristics. I got to feel understood & loved. Ointment put unto my wounds. Directed through the mystery of love. Am I prone to misery though? Misery somehow finds me wherever I go. People throw these little arrows at my heart. I try to shield myself but I'm much too weak. There's all these holes and scars on my soul. Too tired to speak up anymore. The sadness in the silence interrupts my peace. Breathless... I'm gasping for truth that I fear I will never find.
I've been in therapy for the last year dealing with my childhood ****** abuse & eating disorder. Therapists and other mental health providers have been like angels to me. The pain & misery seems to keep finding me. Tired of the long journey. So much beauty in one human being helping another. Don't give up, rest.