There’s
nothing that makes my stomach hurt more than when I’ve disappointed someone, or
even myself. I just want to fold into a
tight ball and disappear into black space than feel the gut-wrenching ache that
weighs heavy inside me. It’s not so much
a feeling stemmed from being unable to please someone, because I try my hardest
never to do something to please -just to please, but from knowing I’ve let them
down. I’ve learned a very hard lesson: I can’t live my life making someone else
happy. I will fail every time, because their
happiness isn’t something I can make, guarantee, or sustain. That is something they must do for
themselves, just as I must do for me.
But, I do want to please those whom I love and deeply care about,
because it pleases me to please them, and I hate when I disappoint or anger
them. I love and deeply care about my friends, and hate to see them in despair,
especially at my hands.
In my
attempts at being open and living my life honestly, I sometimes lack a filter
of what should and shouldn’t be shared. I’m
not talking about sharing secrets. I’m
talking about involving them or revealing things about them as I share about
myself. I’m really trying to work on this aspect of my life, but find I often
cross a proverbial border and say too much; reveal that which was not mine to
reveal. Lately however, in my crossing
the line I violated someone else’s privacy, and hurt them. Even now my throat tightens and my heart
aches because of my actions.
There’s no
way for me to fix the mess I’ve created, and I can’t promise that I’ll never do
the same thing again, because this is the war that rages inside me.
I
understand other’s need and desire for privacy – and I respect it as much as I
respect my friends. My problem is a deep
rooted conflict, one I’m constantly battling, but often fail to make much
progress. Being forced as a child to live
a lie, to protect, to hide, to conceal and to deceive really messed me up. I was good at it, because I had to be in
order to protect the things I thought I needed and loved most. When I broke free from that bondage, I vowed
to never lie, to never deceive, manipulate and hide the truth – because these
were not my sins to conceal or carry.
But, in casting those shackles off, I went to the opposite extreme and
have spent the better part of the last couple of decades being confused, lost
and not having an identity of my own – yet I did this honestly. It’s taken this long to discover who I am –
and it wasn’t a light bulb moment, but a spiral of moments piled one on top of
the other, made of trials and errors, mistakes and successes, faith and
fear. But in the midst of that chaos, I
found me - and I’m a complete mess.
So now, in
this next phase of my life, I’m trying to piece the real me together and it’s
turned my world upside down. I’ve never
been more scared in my life, but also more complete; a balance somewhere
between the two extremes. I’m not the
scared, angry little girl who had to fight for survival, nor am I the suburban
wife, mother and business woman who felt lost going from one thing to the next
trying to discover who she was, what her purpose was in life –yet getting lost
in who she was expected to be by others.
I’m both and yet something new altogether. I’m still finding me, sewing the two sides
together, and this is good. I’m not
whole yet – but well on my way.
Sometimes that scared, angry little girl still surfaces and she kicks,
screams, bites, flees and hides and doesn’t share a damned thing… and sometimes
the control freak takes over, pushes down the emotions, cuts off all ideas and
attempts to address self to care and tend to others and spills everything… and
sometimes, just sometimes …the two works together and I find myself in a
medium.
I wish I
was perfect. I wish I was whole. I wish I always made the right choices, said
the right words, and did the right things.
I wish I didn’t have doubts, or fears, or irrational thoughts. I wish I didn’t have feelings of being
abandoned every time I made a mistake. I
wish I never disappointed anyone, even myself.
I’m sorry for what I’ve done or haven’t done, but I won’t apologize for
who I am, because I’ve fought very hard to get to this point and I’m not going
back. I only hope that’s not
disappointing, because that’s all I can give.
Till next
time,
~T.L. Gray
Well to some of us, being true to yourself is all we expect and you can never disappoint us, as long as you are true, anger, upset us, yes, but then you're only human. Just like us.
ReplyDeleteI always remember a quote by Sylvia Plath, "If you don't expect anything from people, you will never get disappointed."
ReplyDeleteI never expect anything from people and I seldom get disappointed. Perhaps it's because I tend to see what is lying underneath the surface. Most people can't. I have a strong intuition.