Do not kill your own passion. You will either eventually find โyour thingโ, or will find fulfillment switching between several interests depending on the week, like me:)

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Do not kill your own passion. You will either eventually find โyour thingโ, or will find fulfillment switching between several interests depending on the week, like me:)
Never about me. Theyโve taken so much.
Do not kill your own passion. You will either eventually find โyour thingโ, or will find fulfillment switching between several interests depending on the week, like me:)
Currently reading: A History of Wild Places
Let me burrow down in peace.
Youโre not alone in your feelings.
Pretending the sun shining on me is a warm hug from you.
Desperately seeking connection, but the adults are no longer teaching, and Mother Earth is fading.
Another day another poem about enmeshed mother-daughter relationships. How a bpd mother hides it so well on the outside but causes suffering to everyone around her.
Why do they force us to know their pain? Is it for attention? For โextra loveโ? Or maybe they think it will invoke empathy from us towards all their shortcomings. Anyone elseโs childhood felt โall focusedโ on moms needs? Anyone else finding it hard to light their own fire these days, since all resources were spent on her for so many years? Yeah. Me too.
And Iโm sure if I went back, I would have to go back even further to save you from yours.
Like not being able to live in the same state as you, though I miss you dearly. Forever enforcing boundaries.
I cut them all off, but at what costโฆ
โA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.โ
โ Robert Frost
Was it even love?
Trying to lead by example I guess.
Stop manipulating me. Stop using me. I am not a therapist and I wish I could have given you more but I canโt.
Took a while for me to accept this.