Im not ok. Very sad but it is deep and hidden. Locked away. I am allowing my life to be hijacked by the old patterns and cycles. Seeing
it happen, Then adding more pain because I feel Iv not hurt enough.
Making myself isolate, pull away, disappear from everyone.
Shame adds more pain and guilty sentence paid in more active addiction.
My grief is multiplied. List of problems that I turn a blind eye to growing.
Mr. Hyde is writing a story in misery of a long painful lonely existence where I only hurt others that I allow to get close.
Im done trying to act better than I am. Im spiraling. Im powerless over my ability to stop once I start.
On my best days I have no idol time but im running at 150% as hard as I can, and when i finally stop I turn around and Mr. Hyde is there to try to pursue soothing my pain.
#&@(@!Q!!!!
Tick tock…. Time goes by and soon my card will be called. Im watching my life go by as im bound tighter by the ropes of this addiction. Iv got to get out.
Scared, lonely, tired, exhausted. And when Hyde takes over in those moments I don’t give a @&#$*.
-Dr. Jekll