When people around you are making things happen and you have felt stuck and unsuccessful for a long time it really brings those incentives up even more than before.
Some days I feel like throwing my hands in the air. Giving up. I have hard days that I really struggle with my body. I can’t show that side to anyone. It’s better to suffer in silence. That’s what I have been told. Now that it’s ingrained into my head from my past. Be silent push through. Live for others because are not worthy of love.
Working two full time jobs. Paying bills with no saving and nothing to show. Nothing to say you see all this hard work bought that dream home, dream car, that big garden, nothing.
I never want to be looked at as ya she is the sick girl. She who cries wolf. She who is helpless or worthless. So… I sit silent. Broken. Forgot.
Lately more insecurity come up.
I thought I was at the bottom.
Suddenly I’m swallowed whole.
Darkness creeps in.
If tomorrow this illness took my life. They would say. Not surprised. She was fat. She was didn’t take care of her self. Who would really know her enough to say she gave everything and expected nothing.
Here I sit crying inside never to show my broken piece. Never to ask for help to be glued back together.
Forever that back shelf porcelain doll.
🖤🧡🖤beautiful soul












