New year. New chances. New hopes.
New pressure. Again pressure. Pressure never really was away. Always lurking around the corner.
And especially today, I realize, or it has been made clear, that I’m in a very toxic environment.
I don’t have a home
I am not free
I can not be myself
I have no rights here
This life is living me and I can’t escape it
because I’ll be the one to put the blame
and it’s just wrong
I can’t get air
I can’t breathe.
Sometimes it seems like everything is working against me
There is no support for me
That I don’t deserve support
That I don’t deserve positive things
That I don’t deserve oxygen
That I don’t deserve space to be myself
I’m surrounded by poison
Very toxic poison.
I need an antidote.
(I’m truly sorry; Haven’t been able to keep up with blog world, nor read or respond; I’m in survival mode – but the best wishes out there, I truly hope the New Year started well for you all and will be a good year.)