Long time no see. I’ve been quiet. Yes. Alot has been going on. Personal wise, health wise, etc. So I’ve been focusing my energy on it. However, I want to try and write more so I am going to try and do so, but for now I leave you with this small excerpt I have written about 2 minutes ago:
A burden placed upon thy
one those cannot see
Walking one’s path with a fake smile
Though in pain all the while
Wish and hope for a miracle one day
to be free of this evil to God you pray
Does he hear you?
Is he there?
I found a quote on Pinterest. It said:
“If you can’t stop thinking about it, don’t stop working for it.”
Yes. This is supposed to be a an uplifting quote to help a person move forward in their life and succeed, but what if the subject is toxic? What if the topic or issue that the person in question is pondering upon is detrimental to their mental or physical health? Why should they work toward it? This quote to me is misleading.
What are your thoughts?
“Who the hell are you? Well if I knew that I could dismiss my therapist, couldn’t I?” ~ Colin and Finn/Gilmore Girls
Invisible. Routinely, that is what I feel like in this world. With only one friend and a family who never notices me, invisible seems like a proper fit. Don’t you think? You are probably wondering why I feel this way and how it all started. Well let me tell you, it has been going on for quite some time and I can bet there are kids, maybe even teens and adults like me who feel the same. I call myself “The invisible child”.
Living with two successful younger siblings is no picnic especially when you’re the one with the disability. This is mostly when I ask myself “Do they think I’m broken? Are they ashamed of me? Or “Am I not worth being proud of when I do something I couldn’t do before?” These questions often plague my mind in my family because unless I do something wrong, bad, or don’t do something I was asked to do then I am not worth time in my parents eyes or so it looks that way to me.
“Hey, I know that feeling. Do you have any advice on how to deal with it?” For those who know exactly what I’m talking about, I’m sorry. The truth is I am still stuck myself. Why is it okay for parents to deny that they are treating you a certain way? Why is it okay for parents or people in general to make you feel like your thoughts and feelings do not matter because you are different?
Pc: Invisible child by Tove Jansson