fragmented
I have been set spiraling. It's just an observation, just a curious case of introspection and dissection and, yes, a whole lot of rumination . What is it that can cause this feeling of just not being so together anymore? So...complicated and so...pathetic that I am, here I go trying to figure it out. Perhaps it is my FANTASY life thinking that it is my REALITY life...God don't you hate when that happens? You are going along , la-di-da-ing, when something 'real' sucker punches you. I know I am not being clear here but I am just a jumbled up mess of contradictions and nonsense today. I feel like I am in bits and pieces, scattered here and there. Broken things that need fixing. Is there anyone out there?
I have been set spiraling. It's just an observation, just a curious case of introspection and dissection and, yes, a whole lot of rumination . What is it that can cause this feeling of just not being so together anymore? So...complicated and so...pathetic that I am, here I go trying to figure it out. Perhaps it is my FANTASY life thinking that it is my REALITY life...God don't you hate when that happens? You are going along , la-di-da-ing, when something 'real' sucker punches you. I know I am not being clear here but I am just a jumbled up mess of contradictions and nonsense today. I feel like I am in bits and pieces, scattered here and there. Broken things that need fixing. Is there anyone out there?
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Broken things usually are the most willing to be fixed, wouldn't you say? The most ready to be made whole? Well, that's how it was for me. I have a story, that very few have heard, even you, one of my most dearest of friends, has yet to hear. Being broken is hard... in fact it sucks, but being broken makes the Healer, well... pretty fabulous. Fragmentation is the point, just before, the being broken part. It's the moment it's all flying through the air.... it's the moment when all feels hopeful, and hopeless.... all at the same time. Scattered pieces... insecurity... wondering.....
Trust. Listen to the voice within.
Love you... Miss you...Really wanna kiss you..
Your little sister from a different mother...
Joey
PS I love you.... I really, really do.
um. I could cry right now.
I know too well how easily the pieces of me can disconnect and fall apart. I don't assume to know your situation, but your post speaks to my own faulty construction.
Yet I do not consider myself fragile. It's not a sensitivity, it's more like a confusion; a misplacement.
It was always my Indiana who gave me the strength to find all the pieces and pull myself back together again.
But it was never easy.
Hang in there my friend. You may be in fragments, but they are all still you. Claim them and embrace them whether they are disconnected or not.
"To be complex does not mean to be fragmented. This is the paradox and the genius of our Canadian civilization."
Adrienne Clarkson
“Fragments came floating into her mind like bits of wood drifting down a stream, and she fished them out and fitted them together.”
Maybe "fragmented" is not such a bad thing after all.
“Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.”
"In the long run, you make your own luck―good, bad, or indifferent." --Loretta Lynn
“Reality is merely an illusion, although a very persistent one”-- Albert Einstein
“Reality is the leading cause of stress amongst those in touch with it”-- Lily Tomlin
I go along with Lily!!
Have I said enough! Your picture reminded me about that episode of curb, only you don't have any tummy to show!
XOXO
your crazy cuz who is trying to avoid reality!?!?!
Wow...thanks everyone.
xo me
Time for the great outdoors , the woods , a lake , a waterfall , or just a long drive . Sometimes I need to go by myself , miles and miles away from the routine, then things always seem much clearer . A sunrise or sunset in a different place refreshes the soul.
Your post totally speaks to me ... no translation needed. Big hugs. All I know is: It'll pass!
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