Depleted
I feel the weight of every decision, responsibility, expectation and obligation so acutely these days, and it is squeezing every ounce of life from my pores. Not literally speaking, but … the essence of who I am. All of the good things. The creative and expressive parts of who I am …. the fun side …. the interesting side; and all that is left is the residue of tears, mixed with anger, resentment and self-pity, leaving in its wake someone I don’t like very much. I’ve never denied the fact that I am a fairly emotionally-needy person, requiring a fair bit of maintenance; but the fact that I realize from where it originates has made it “easier” for me to understand and attempt to keep in check. There are times, though …. when I absolutely require, for my own soul’s survival, reassurance, and for some time now, it just isn’t there. I have been successful, for the most part, in exercising my self-taught skills in self-assurance, but lately … it just isn’t working. I feel …. defeated …. depleted …. empty. And I don’t know how to fill the emptiness.









Hi Leigh,
Thanks for the supportive comments you left on my website. Your words made me feel just a little bit less alone during a week that just seemed to have no limit to its downward draft. From reading your latest entry I can see that we are vibrating on a similar emotional frequency. I Love the way you write and will definitely link to your site… that is if you don
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Hi Mark
That draft must have one powerful pull …. it sure seems to be affecting a vast area. ;) Yes, a similar emotional frequency … your writing touched a very familiar place.
Of course I don’t mind if you link to my site — I would be honored. If you look, you’ll see I’ve linked to yours as well.
Thank you so much for taking the time to leave your thoughts.
Leigh
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