Fucked!

Why when you think that you’ve finally started to have some truth in your life, your relationships does the inevitable curve ball come?

Just as you finally dare to hope for that true to you existence, your legs are cut from beneath you. After years of quiet denial you reached out, the burden of the deception finally to great.

And then when it is within your grasp, all your fears, for all those years, the very things that kept you silent for so long are now ringing in your ears.

The shouting, the anger, the lack of understanding, or even compassion leave you defeated. And then the tears, stabbing you as would a knife, again and again. Crushing what remaining hope you may have harbored for any future.

A future that moments ago you had gambled on with all that you possessed, now laying in ashes at your feet. Gone. Gone beyond any possibility of rebirth.

The only remaining thing to do, the only remaining hope for happiness, would have to come from within.

Building a new future without the support of others. A future built from honesty and a sense of self. No longer pandering to what you’ve always thought you needed to do. Just to survive.

Let alone be happy.