I don’t know how many times I can build a house, fill it up, destroy it and begin again
One day at a time is my mantra right now. Because every time I tear ir down I rip myself to pieces. Iike a puzzle that goes from ten to 50, to a hundred to a million. Tearing those pieces apart. I finally thought that I had put all but a few back into place. I’m in constant war in my head to stay calm, it’s a whirl wind in there.
I really thought I had calmed the storm with my own control and the love others. It pains me to write this because it exposes me I feel raw exposed and utterly naked..
But maybe That’s a good thing, I don’t know. I need to trust more and express my love more instead of just being in the picture.
It’s hard for me