My mother tells me that people say nothing but kind things about me and love to learn that her daughter is me, like this persona or contortion of a memory in my hometown. I don't know how to feel about it, whether I should identify with that or brush it off as a projection. It's sort of maddening to know that I don't see it in myself.
I feel the rage and sadness and pain on a cellular level. I feel like bashing someone's teeth in, throwing a canning jar at someone's head. I feel years of abuse and disgracing my body trying to escape through my pores. My skin is crawling constantly. I'm just dying to get out.
And sometimes I want to just die.
I'm so sick of landing here as if the weeks of beauty and laughter never exist. I'm left wondering if I'm just faking it, on my best behavior. I'm tired of trying to buy in to some spirituality I don't feel from the inside out, putting patches on my broken soul. I feel like I need the company of other broken people to feel any love at all. Maybe that's why I don't care about breaking the people around me. I don't know.
There is such a profound difference between feeling and knowing. But right now I can't tell what is what. There is too much rotting around my heart to know if there's anything pure left on the inside, or if there will be anything left if I scrape those parts off. I think my fear of that is keeping me from letting go. The fear of being seen, the fear of not existing or existing in a pure form only to be polluted by pain all over again.
I can't think my way out of this. But I don't think there is a way out of it. I've been telling myself that I can only go through it, but I'm so tired. Right now I just want to check out, stop thinking, stop dealing.
But then what?
Maybe if I felt worthy of the beauty that is my children, my life, then I could live up to it. I just don't know how to wrap my head around the transient nature of change and the fear of having nothing in the end. I'm always left wondering, what's the point?
What's the point of loving if I can't ever feel loved??