Someone told me last night that most people are not as good as they would want you to believe.
So am I good person?
The honest answer is today I just don´t know.
Does a good person feel the way I feel? do they crave the things I crave? Do they fear they things I fear? Do they do the things I do?
Is it an act of a good person to be frightened - no terrified would be more appropriate of being ill? Does that make me a good person? You see if I am well I can work, I can hold the tattered threads of our life together - does that make me a good person? Being well means I can push myself out of bed each day a little more tired than the day before, I can go to bed more exhausted than yesterday.
Does not knowing how to ask for help, praying that someone notices I am drowning, desperately hoping that someone, anyone, cares enough about me to see my struggle, my desperation, my anger, my isolation, or even just to see me. Does that make me a good person or a stupid one? Am I a good person because, I solider on day by day, step by step getting weaker but never having the courage to scream I can´t go on like this? Or am I just stupid, If anyone ever reads this could they please tell me???
I am so lonely, I don´t know if I even have the words to express it. I feel so lonely that I can only describe it as feeling invisible -`unseen, like a shadow in a world full of colour and light. I have no support, I have no one, I have me and what little strength I can summon to make it through the day.
I crave someone to hold me, to tell me its going to be alright, to loan me just for a few seconds their shelter and strength. That can not make me a good person, but does it make me a bad person? I crave love, which I something I can not imagine ever feeling again.
I try everyday to control as much of our life as I can, because, if I can manage that maybe DH will have a good day today, maybe I will get a glimpse of my real life the one that was stole from me, Maybe if DH has a good day today I will not have to live the shadow life of a wife to someone with mental health problems.
I live with a rollercoaster in my house, one that is unpredictable and may mean that today I am frightened of my house being destroyed or smashed to bits, or may mean that today I live in fear of violence, of hatred, of being blamed for everything, Today maybe the rollercoaster will mean I am on suicide watch, or maybe I will be living with a different stranger today one that I can´t recognise of reconcile with the man I Love, I miss HIM. Please can I have him back just for a day or two just to remind me what I am fighting for because I am not sure I can remember anymore.
How can you love a stranger? How, can you miss someone that is standing in front of you? How can you grieve for person that is still alive? How long do I have to live in this hell, I´ve been here for years please haven´t I done enough?