I couldn’t call it home.
The place broke me. I walk around now holding the pieces of my spirit, trying to keep them all together, trying to not loose them anymore, but I barely remember who I was am.
I tried, but I couldn’t call it home.
There’s a rule written up somewhere that if you suffer enough, you don’t have to stay. I know because it kept coming up everywhere; “go away”. “Be brave”. “Get out of here”. “You hate this place. Leave.”
I tried. I really did try, even if no else saw. I gave it my all. I loved the peace, the nature. But it isn’t enough. I also need love and the comfort of knowing someone cares.
It’s not home if it feels like no one cares.
“you can’t keep doing things the same way and expect different results”
someone said. Probably a scientist. I like science. And it’s time to try a different way.
Thinking of you and hope you find the strength to move on.
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Your words are very much appreciated, thank you!
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Hang in there, it does get better…eventually 😉
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Thanks Norm!
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