Tired

I’m tired, tired to the point where my knees get weak and I feel as if they will just fold under me without warning.  My public façade is good, Oscar-worthy even but I’m not “fake”, I’m surviving. 

I know what you’re thinking, am I reading about her being tired.  Yes –  you are.  But this is a deep tired, a tired that isn’t fixed by a gallon of coffee or a weekend of sleep.  A tired that requires the curtains to fall so my performance can be over and this curtain fall does happen.  It happens once I get in my car after a day of work or once I am in my home alone or sometimes it waits until I lay my head on the pillow.  It’s a tired coming from the soul.  My soul is tired.

I am a type of person that wants others to be happy, so because I want others to be happy then I can’t show that I’m not.  I can’t put down my façade and show my sadness, my fear, my truths.  Because if I do, I’ll have to explain why.  Why am I now this way?  What happened to change me?  I’m too tired to explain why, so I just don’t.  Remember this isn’t a regular tired, it is my soul that is tired.

I don’t know how to fix a tired soul.  Now, I’m an intelligent person, I know that I need support.   I know it is going to take me speaking my truth but I also need energy for that and I’m not there yet.  I don’t have that positive, optimistic energy to motivate me and I need that for this type of weight I carry.  My soul is heavy, heavy and tired.

Society has messed us up and that people need to see dysfunction to help.  That is fucked up!  Why do us as humans want to see people not function, not get out of bed, suffer, shit even attempt suicide before we think they really need help.  So call it fake if you must, I call it surviving and until I can speak my truth and ask for support I will continue to survive.

 

XO, JC

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Words

The tongue has no bones, but is strong enough to break a heart. Well shit, ain’t this the truth.

Simply put, words are game changers because once said they can be forgiven but never forgotten.

Words can impact people in many places…the soul, the heart, the mind and not just on the surface of each but into the extreme core of these places.

Words can create the most incredible feeling, whether incredibly beautiful or incredibly hurtful. We all remember our parents, teachers, family saying:
“Think before you speak”
“If you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say anything at all”

Words are so powerful.

I used to be a strong believer of saying what you think whether negative or positive because holding back will only hurt you in the long run.
Now I’m not sure if I agree anymore; maybe some thoughts and some feelings should be left unsaid.

My new rule: IS IT NECESSARY?

Words…. a fruit or a poison, you choose.

xo -JC

NAKED

I know I’m not the only one.  Thinking that that getting “naked” with someone…meant sex, foreplay… that had to mean that I was opening up, that I was letting that person in.

False. That’s too easy. 

Take off your clothes -you do it everyday to get in the shower…EASY.  Have sex -you’ve done it before (most likely) …EASY.

Being naked, truly naked.  Is opening up your soul to someone -including all the things that run through your head, the things that scare the fuck out of you, the things that surprise you when they come to your mind, the things that you pray right after to STOP thinking about.

Sharing your thoughts, fears, wants, dreams, hopes, fantasies….that shit is being NAKED.

I’ve never been naked…I want to be naked.

Seduce my mind & you can have my body. Find my soul & I’m yours forever

xoxo, JC