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FEELINGS

I need to talk to a friend, but, I don't know what I want to say. Iwish someone could look insidemy head and know all tha things that I wonder and think about. I'm scared, I'm so afraid.. I am lonely and lost and so many other things. My head just spins and my heart aches and my stomach is in knots. I don''t know what to do or what to say. I want to go and yet, where?

I don't want to start all over again, and I don't want to make all the decisions alone. I really don't want to make any of these decisions. I don't want to think. I'm tired. Is this life? Things are rotten and cruel, and the pit I see is deep, long, and dark..How will I get to the top? How will I get out?

I wander through the house, doing the things I have to do and then I realize I am just sitting on the floor with all the memories of him, family, kids, heartaches, headaches, sadness, loss of dear loved ones, good times, bad times, worry times, struggles, fights, laughs, things we did that were funny and the mistakes we never seem to forget.

I want someone to put their arms around me and tell me it will be alright. "Just wait and see, you need time." I cry for hours hoping that all of a sudden something will happen to take away my fears and change what has happened in my life. But the moment does not change.

I hate the words, "why" and "how come". I pray for that great strength we all are supposed to have, and I ask for hope, guidance and, yes, another chance. I'd like to just turn back time for a few special monemts, but it doesn't happen. I ask myself, why me? Why do I have the ad luck? What did I do that was so awful for this to happen? I look around and see really awful people and the awful things they do, yet good things happen to them. Why not to me?

People say how strong I am, how tough I am. But I'm not as strong or as tough as they think. They relly don't even know me, not now. I play the game and laugh with everyone and then they are gone and I go home, alone again. tomorrow all of this will repeat itself. Life goes on, but how?

This is how I am today, God. Please bring me peace tomorrow and put a smile on my face so I can put a smile on the face of others.

I don't want to hear lies from others and I don't want to be told I'm in my own world of self-pity. I am lost, mad, angry and hurt. I have need to say all of these things to a dear friend who would noot condemn, but, understand, accept and say nothing.

People keep asking me how I am, how I am doing. Well, this is how I am today. If I seem to fail people's expectations, then I am sorry.

 

I got this from another group, and thought I would share,

Riding The Waves

I feel as if I have been body surfing in the ocean, cruising at the top of the wave, enjoying the ride--then suddenly, being body-slammed into the sand.

Unable to move, the waves rush over me, pounding and crashing onto me.

Occasionally the tide recedes, and I lay breathless on the wet, sandy shore.

I cannot move. I wiggle my toes, squint, open my eyes, and see the rest of the shoreline. While my view is obscured by my tears, the salty sea, my straggly hair, and my prone position, there is some daylight. Just as I prepare to roll over, and maybe get to my knees, the waves of grief lap at my toes and suddenly crash upon me once more. Unable to withstand the power of the waves, I fall to the beach once again.

Finally, the tide recedes again, but I still cannot move. I am bone tired from my past efforts. I am aware of noise around me. I can hear the chirping birds, and feel the warm sun. The laughter of children beckons me to once again open my eyes. Helping hands are touching me, encouraging me to rise up.

Gently hands soothe me with their light touch. Warm hugs embrace me. It feels good, for a while . . . until the voices drift on down shore, leaving me alone with the setting sun.

I marvel at the beauty and thank God for His presence. It becomes dark again.

The wind blows in, bringing dark clouds and a chill to the air. I shiver, and the sense of calm and peace is not so reassuring. The tide is at my ankles, and my toes sink into the sand. I can do this. I can stand up against this set of waves--maybe. Or, maybe it's easier to lie down and let them roll over me.

Better yet, I wade out further, a little deeper, challenging the waves of grief. And then? surprise? I lie down and float. The waves roll under me, crashing harmlessly on the shore. As I float, I look up at the rising moon.

The waves lull me to sleep in the moonlight. Maybe, just maybe, I will rest well.

Maybe, I can ride these waves. Maybe a new, sunny day is coming.

--Ramona Lyddon, Chester, CA

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