The point of this blog is to talk, have a conversation with myself and others about life. Sometimes I worry about this because I live on a line of wanting to show everything and feeling too bashful to explain the subtle nuances that permeate my being that may lie in the far reaches of social taboo. Slowly I attempt to unravel this as experience give me inspiration to write and press forward. I guess today is one of those days because my life feels like it’s wrapped like an ouroboros destroying itself while trying to live.
In recent weeks I have reported my progressive tribulations with my inability to work. My hands have heavy, my eyes refuse to look at screens because they hurt, and from the sudden rise in heartbeat from attempting to open my email I am starting to think some of these symptoms are psychosomatic. What is the cure to this, I don’t know, but from what I know about most trials in my life, the only way to really become serious about solving a problem is recognizing there is one in the first place.
I feel like I am falling apart, the order I crafted now feels like an inverted tower of Hanoi, building large bases on small foundations wondering when everything will simply topple over and chaos returns. I can’t keep all these balls that I am juggling in my hand, and I have a feeling at any given moment I start messing up and lose one after another. I am starting to forget when things are happening, losing track of tasks I have to do. That aided with my systems of effort beginning to fail in the heat-drenched summer, I feel powerless to anything except persist.
My time is slipping away right in front of me, and I am letting it. Under the excuse of needing time to myself, this unstructured period is ruinous for everything I am attempting to do. A push, drive to move forward dissipates in the lack of deadlines and feelings of need. My head is pounding attempting to push forward but the time I sitting in front of my task that sense and ability won’t come. Like calling for a hero but it never arriving I slink back into my chair in attempts to wait it out, maybe just a couple minutes longer and I can finally do it.
I am falling back into the bad habits of yesterday. This idea that through it all I can find makeshift comfort in the virtual illusion of porn haunts me. This tugging I had no problem overcoming seems now a persistent voice attempting to seduce me into a false serenity built on a growing instability of self. This force, like most know, is built on a promise of escape and the illusion of intimacy contends with my desire to keep focused and away from what I know harms me.
I feel now dread from the simple act of checking if there anything more to do, waiting for the call of failure in and the black and white textures of an email or text. I dread this failure, but it keeps me still. I try to face it but it overwhelms me, and I don’t know what to do.
I want to slink away, be away from everyone and everything. Just a quiet moment for my thoughts and yet when those times come I can help but surround myself in noise. I want to have control, and I feel like I’m losing it. I want to just succeed, but all I feel is failure. Why won’t my body move what I want it to – what I need it to. I feel at the mercy of these things I feel like no control over and powerless to stop.
In all of it I know is two things.
First, I surrender to it, I will fail, fall, and falter. There are things in life that are bigger than us, stronger than us and to get through them we have to recognize that they have this power.
Second, I have to persist. Strength isn’t gained in a day, and courage isn’t fostered through a peaceful life. I am not strong sometimes, and that’s okay. Little by little and piece by piece things will get done and time will pass. Things will change and as they do so will I.
I don’t know how this will turn out, but it scares me. Scares me a lot.
One thought on “The Things Destroying Me.”
There are so many things I would like to share with you but the one I will venture forth with is you are fearfully and wonderfully made. You are deeply loved and totally acceptable. Gods grace is sufficient for you, surrender to grace.