There comes a time in my life where I can’t outrun my own self assured lies. Where admitting the truth is the only thing that will help me fight the demons that keep me awake, staring blankly at the ceiling in agony. Where I have to push my pride aside, agree, and stop fighting with myself. That time came this morning, this afternoon and five minutes ago. 

Two years ago before I started this blogging outlet, I was so angry. I was self destructive, and I was a monster. I held in every single one of my emotions, and if one slipped between my lips it was masked within sarcasm and humor. Inside I was tearing myself in two, I didn’t know how to express what I was feeling the correct way. From the outside I always looked vacant, but given one stare you can see in my eyes there was something bigger happening behind closed doors. I feel deep, everything. From the smallest ounce of compassion to a tiny drop of sadness, it ripples through out me in tides. I’ve always been this way, overly sensitive, but very strong from the touch. I only let people see what they wanted to see rather than what really is there. My life, emotionally, was my best kept secret. 

Something in me snapped, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Everything I wanted to say, feel, and be was flowing out of me in such a rapid course that I had to write it down. I had to put it somewhere positive, even if what I had to say was filled with negativity. Within each entry I wrote, a layer of my darkness was being stripped off me. I was cleansing my mental health. All the missed times where I should have said I love you, i’m sorry, you’re right, i’m wrong, were held within my blog. My regrets finally opened and aired out for me to see, and to come to terms with. This, was me coping. 

But i’m still coping today. I thought my biggest step I had to take was just admitting what was inside me. That, once I unearthed everything I felt, I would be cured in some miraculous way. That’s not the case. This was only just that, a step. I don’t know how long i’ll be like this, I don’t even know if there is an expiration date for figuring out the madness  inside my head. All I know is I want to have myself together enough to where not only can I make myself happy, but i’m able to make another person happy as well.

I’m trying find balance, and thats exactly where my writing is heading towards. A balance of sanity, creativity and hopefully, stability. I’m ready for my next step.