dorkfysh's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Realizations I feel like I was somehow sent into the world unprepared. I was told that life was about hard work and sacrifice. We didn't hug, we didn't cry, but anger was always bursting at the seams. Reaching out to others was considered weak. I learned to swallow my pain as well as my joy. I pushed it down so much that my emotions would start spewing out at the wrong moments. They still do. My mother's version of love seemed to be to cling to whatever was hurting her the most. The worse she felt the harder she clung to the situation. It has taken me a long long time to understand that love should not hurt. I still need to remind myself of this. 11:17 a.m. - February 12, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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