I know I don’t belong here. I can’t wait to die, and be where I belong.
I don’t have a fear of dying. I have more of a fear of having to live.
I’m done and I have been for some time.
I endure this life, because I have to. Not because I want to.
I love my children and I am responsible for them.
But, I am absolutely done.
Something I acknowledge, understand, know and will not just pretend is not there.
I am passing through this life, knowing where I am heading.
This life has been too cruel and continues to be so. I’m done.
I don’t belong here.
I belong where I am heading.
I am glad to be able to know these deeply painful emotions I can feel at times, I can recover from far quicker. I accept I am grieving and the depth of pain to process all I have endured, is intense and takes time.
But recovering quickly and the next day being a good day, shows healing and reflecting on this post, is proof.