Posted on: July 3, 2011 Posted by: Felicia S. C. Gooden Comments: 0

Being an adult has never been portrayed as easy. This I know. Life is generally hard for those of all ages, yet I am still worn out. I should be energised based upon the fact that I am alive and well at this point. I am able to take advantage of opportunities and operate at my highest potential. However, I am drained and saddened. Although I do have people in my life that care about me, I feel alone. Even though I have people in my life to provide some help and support, it still seems to not be enough. Too many times have I been disappointed by those who are there for me and by those who have never been.
I have had to carry my spiritual burden on my back all of my life. I must admit, for the most part it is my fault. Yet as I grow and mature, I try to express myself more freely. At times I have found myself to be in a position to be judged by another human being. I am ridiculed by anyone who cannot stand the fact that I can comprehend my own struggles enough to articulate them.
The main problem is, I know who I am and I know what my troubles are. I know my insecurities, and I know my flaws. I know what makes me awesome, and I know what makes me intimidating. This causes me to shy away from people that actually be able to give me the help and support I need. Most end up telling me what I already know or can figure out on my own. No one is ever able to give me exactly what I want, so I then overlook their efforts. I am not perfect, but I am strong. What I need most is a physical helping hand that won’t half ass. I need to be able to step back and have some time for myself. Not doing anything, but enjoying myself. Good luck to me, as my life has just begun.

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