Five hours ago I cried. Inside my own home I let my heart be torn. The jagged edges of broken hope tore into my heart. As I sat there, broken and used, I knew I could not put a stop to it again. I wondered why I keep allowing myself to be used and abused. Weakness follows me, clings to me. I can not shake it off. In any part of my life, not even the parts that matter the most. My heart. My soul. Chalk this up to a broken girl looking for love from any place it may be. Even in the place she knows are false.
Hi, Shlay!!! Good to see you back again; I can so relate to what you're saying here.....ugh. Will I ever learn??? I remember one of my favorite therapists, a long time ago, telling me that, when two people who are working on their issues together, often find the strongest and most beneficial bond, in helping each other in a healthy and supportive way. You are doing that. It can be hard to find, but others are out there, doing the same, and who will be a benefit and an inspiration rather than a drain on your energy. Don't give up!!! You ARE worth it!!!