Waking up, breaking out in sweats, tears and consuming fear.
Hello Bloggers,
welcome to today (Wed 24th August) - Happy birthday Brodie!
I was over fearful of waking up this morning.
Today was another reminded that you can't rely on your own actions to be the mirrored actions of those around us.
Another point my friend still continuously makes to me almost every other week
Why do you care what your dad says about you?
Why do you listen to them?
When it comes to acknowledging when I am failing or succeeding, I can guarantee the men in my family will clarify where I stand in life.
At 5 am this morning when I woke up in utter sadness, I journeyed along the beach front of Surfers Paradise and admired the scenery.
Dark skies still shadowing, I contemplated what today meant for me. It meant making the decision to the next 50 years of my life.
The tears I cried to my awakening were different than usual.
It was helpless. As if I physically couldn't contain it anymore. Deep, releases of heavy sobs, throwing theirselves from my vocals.
My sister asleep beside me. It was as if I were the only one alive in that moment. I was crying in an invisible, glass, container where I laid.
Lately It's as if I can feel every rotation of the Earth. Every subtly sad person I am able to feel.
Sorry bloggers but unfortunately I have to cut this short in order to continue my school work. 1 week till QCS, 2 months till grad.
Hanging in there.
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