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Equal opposites

I have a strong side—a brave one.


But,


       It is only the equal opposite to my weak side. 


The strong side was only created because the weakness was scared—terrified—paralyzed.


. . .


Overwhelmed,

 overstimulated, 

    alone, 

      lost 

     beyond fucking tired . . . Don't we all feel that way sometimes? 



. . . I have a strong side—a brave one.


      I really do. 


             But he was created so I can stay standing after eating the bullets of misfortune that leave holes in my guts, bones and soul.



Some days, I feel them too deeply. I feel them too much. I am way too emotional. So I've created a mask that is its opposite—an equal opposite to my sensitivity. 


I am a fighter and a writer. 


So know,


If you are out there feeling 


Overwhelmed, overstimulated, alone, lost & beyond fucking tired,


You aren't really alone. 


You got me. 


You have the words I leave behind. You have my mind. You have my time.You have my strength and my weakness. You have my soul in these letters. And you have my blood on these words. You aren’t alone . . . I’m right there with you right now . . . Can’t you feel me here? I linger in-between sentences . . . I’m alive in the spaces between these words . . . All I ever wanted was to be heard . . . So . . . Thank you. 




Overwhelmed, 

    overstimulated, 

     lost 

      &

       beyond fucking tired, yes, but . . . Not alone . . . 


And if you ever feel like a weak pathetic loser, just remember in the Law of Equal Opposites.




You have a strong side—a brave one.


But,


       it is only the equal opposite to your weak side.




. . . You aren’t alone, and you are stronger than you ever imagined you were.


-CH 8/24/25

 
 
 

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