Queer, Healing and letting go
The trees shed their leaves. The cicadas shed their skin. Mothers let their children go off to school. People leave jobs when they are ready. Everything and everyone has to learn how to let go. For some it may be natural and for others it is learned. However for me, I struggle. I actually hold on to memories tighter than my own dreams. I makes me sad to write this because it’s true. Whoever is reading this, could you send me a virtual hug. I’m vulnerable right now and i just want you to listen to me. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about how my heart and mind are set up. One of the things that strike me is my inability to let go. I still think about things that make me feel the feelings i felt when they happened. I still get chills about life and love interests that are no longer in my life. I wish i was strong enough to let go and love and live freely, but my willing heart doesn’t allow me. I still feel attached to these people. My mind continues to think about these people. I wish i didn’t anymore. I wish i could be free from the memories that make me loath my existence at many times. I dislike having a situation or memory that has sustained continually make me feel so low. I wish i could go inside my brain and pick out the answers. I wish the people i think about could tell me how they were able to let me go. I just take every experience so serious and to my heart because i cherish life everyday knowing others aren’t given the same things i am. I also know that those people who i miss weren’t always treated nice and kindly by me. I needed work but who doesn’t .. .. right? Is this the punishment people get when there growing and want change? Are the memories to hold you hostage? Well I’m sorry . Because i am sorry. I’m sorry enough to continue to hold people hostage in my brain, crying and wallowing. I would like to apologize to anyone I’ve hurt or deemed irresponsible toward. And for the two people on my mind, i wish to heal and let you go but it’s hard. I think about you all the time and it’s become so hard to unsee it not being real. I want to let you go because i want the best for you. I want what’s best for me too. I want you to feel good being you. I want to feel good being me and even if you have moved on , I’m so happy for you. I want the same…. But to all my queer, black possibly sad readers? Why do you hold on? Do you keep some situations or memories hostage in your brain? & am i the only one going through this?
Xoxoxi
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