I think a lot.

The gears are always turning. 

I never rest. 

I have a lot of issues that no one knows about. Hidden things that I ignore but know someday will probably hurt me. And I have this theory that the day it all catches up with me will be the day I’m not afraid to die. 

Because there always comes a day when I have to remember all these hidden things and I think to myself… “I can’t do this alone…” and it’s like I shut it off. Bury it deep. Pretend it doesn’t exist. And maybe there is this sick self-righteous part of me that thinks… haven’t I been let down, beat up, and tortured enough???

But the gears keep moving and I realize, who am I to decide what I deserve? Who am I to think my pain is worse than His? And I start to get angry…  with myself. And I cry out in utter defeat… because I don’t know what to do. I’m overwhelmed. I have no one to turn to. 

So I pray and I ask Him what is wrong with me… what am I not seeing… why am I so blind-stupid-crazy-emotional-naive-hopeless-lazy-slow-messy-alone? 
And I get this radio silence. My ears ring… and I shut it off. 

I fall asleep. I wake up and nothing is solved. It’s like this vicious cycle of brokenness. But every once in a while… there is this brief moment… of sheer joy. One small moment that makes every bit of suffering worth it. But it goes as quickly as it comes. And I’m alone again. 

I have all these thoughts… hopes… fears… ideas… and God… who some how became like my imaginary friend. And even though I’m not alone. I’m lonely. Even though I’m loved, I feel unloved. But somehow it always comes back to, “but haven’t I been hurt enough? I deserve to be happy this time.” 

And that’s my life right now… Every. Single. Day. 

I wait until the day I just can’t survive… so when you’re having a bad day, you are more than welcome to tell me you love me or ask me for an ear to listen. Because I figure… if I just stop pretending I have to do this alone… maybe I will wake up one day excited to live instead of fighting to survive.
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At first I sent this to my friend, but I realized that maybe I should be vulnerable openly. Maybe there is someone out there who feels like I feel. Maybe I can tell them that they’re not alone… that they don’t have to be alone. We need to be honest with each other… because that’s true community, true fellowship. That’s called caring for the body of Christ. 

I live my life as if tomorrow isn’t promised. Because it isn’t. And I sacrifice not having a high paying job… because what I have, money can’t buy. I’m alive… because I have what many don’t… the courage to say that I’m not living a perfect life, I’m not always happy-go-lucky,  and I’m perfectly human. 

I am an individual. Unique. Rare. I am honest and I will not hide behind the highlight reels of social media or painted facades.

I love because I am loved. I struggle because I’m human.