When do you decide when enough is enough? How do you know when you’ve reached your limit? Life gives you hints that you really shouldn’t be doing what you’re doing any more but yet you carry on and push yourself until you’re on your last legs, barely standing, every last drop of emotion and energy drained from your body. Either the burden of carrying something so regrettable, or so painful it cripples you, or that hope that gets too much and you realise that you’re chasing something or someone that will never be. These things that we carry inside, eating up our hopes and dreams. That thing in your heart that you want more than anything or the person who despite everything is always the last thing on your mind before you fall asleep? How do you know when to let go?
People come and go but only the ones that mean anything stick in our minds and hearts. When you want more than anything to hear that one voice that means more than anyone. Countless casual flings along the path to self destruction and the only one I want is not remotely close or interested. Why am I here again?
History repeats itself again and again and here I am not learning anything. So much like the path we take as humans. We never learn. We always come back for more when we think we’re done. Never quite knowing that enough is enough. Try and cut yourself off from the thing that kills you slowly. Abuse yourself to stop someone else doing it. It doesn’t hurt as much when you inflict it on your own body. Like an addiction taking so many forms, it’s not apparent until it’s so glaringly obvious you’re powerless to walk away. We succumb to our weaknesses and gradually they take over, killing the rational side that tells us, it’s not a good idea. Desire gets the better of us.
I went back to Internet dating. I knew it was a bad idea but I couldn’t help myself. I need the validation and I need the human contact. I need to be wanted, even if it’s the wrong kind of want. I can’t have who I want so I’ll have what I need, even if it’s at the cost of my conscience and my fragile heart. I need to fill the space and time that someone else is occupying. Someone who doesn’t want to be there in my heart and mind. I don’t want him there either, I don’t want anyone to let me down anymore. I’ve done a pretty good job of that myself. Case in point, I went back for more when I could have walked away. If that isn’t the definition of self abuse I don’t know what is.
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