To Be Understood

I wish you could understand.

I wish I had the words to explain to you what its like.

I wish it was a burden only I had to bear.

 

 

I wish I could tell you how it’s not just butterflies.

Its not just a jittery feeling that eventually goes away.

It’s not just shying away from the unknown.

 

 

It’s a rush to the bathroom at 3:20 am to dry heave… again.

It’s self-doubt and self-destruction over a mistake no one else even noticed.

It rips apart confidence and trickles doubt into every “certain” thing.

 

 

It’s fear and dread over small interactions.

It ruins trust and love and builds walls.

It’s a fear that cripples.

 

 

It mutes me when I want to talk,

To relieve my secret to someone I’m supposed to trust.

But I can’t.

 

 

I want to share how it haunts me at night,

It thrives on the silent moments of the dark

And the peace that was there before is long gone.

 

 

It aches.

Not it in itself but when you’ve suffered as long as I have

The line between “it” and “me” is blurred and…

We are one.

 

 

I ache.

My heart hurts with every self-inflicted, wounding thought.

My bones quiver with the thought of going through the same day again.

My head spins from all the questions that never cease.

 

 

My relationships ache.

I promise I’m not trying to hurt you –

But when I hurt myself sometimes you get pulled in.

All I want is to protect you.

 

 

That’s why I push you away.

Because when you get too close you can fall into the pit I dwell in

Where the pain is too much to bear

 

 

I can’t handle it alone but hurting one person is always better than hurting two.

Or three.

Or four.

Or however many hands that have reached down to help.

 

 

I can’t take their hands.

They don’t know what they reach into

They can’t see all the way down

 

 

But when loneliness sets in once again…

There is one hand I hold on to

And I hold on to it for my life.

 

 

My life depends on the strength of His loving hand

As He bends down from the heavens to the bottom depth of the earth

A place His righteousness does not belong.

 

 

Yet I know He will not let go until He has retrieved me…

His dedication is more than I have experienced before.

He won’t let me down – He won’t drop me.

 

 

…but I feel like I’m slipping.

He promised He wouldn’t give up

But I am weak…

I am plagued…

I am dirty

I am not worth the effort of saving

 

 

Yet for some reason

Though I kick and scream

And declare that He could never understand,

He still holds me.

He still saves me.

And though I will never have the words to explain how it is

He still understands me.

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9 Comments Add yours

  1. Beautiful, especially the part from ‘it aches’..’I ache’, I don’t know but you’re going through, but you are worth saving!

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  2. jsant1214 says:

    Beautifully written! My favorite part:

    Yet for some reason

    Though I kick and scream

    And declare that He could never understand,

    He still holds me.

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  3. jsant1214 says:

    ‘Cheer up’ was the worst thing anyone said to me.
    Sadly, it’s hard for many to understand what those dark moments are like. They think we can just shake the sadness and anxiety away, making us retreat further into silence and darkness, alone!

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    1. Leigh says:

      Couldn’t agree more!

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      1. jsant1214 says:

        BTW – I really like your blog’s layout 🙂

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  4. Absolutely beautiful! This is relatable for me because I go through things similar and this reminds me of some of my older posts.

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  5. Rohan Babber says:

    Absolutely worth reading! The pain is so well expressed in each line. Loved it.. If it pleases you, check my works too at https://drinkmystory.wordpress.com

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  6. THE BLUNT STUDENT says:

    This is very eloquently written Leigh! You should be so proud of yourself. Anxiety has such a strong grip on reality. I’ve wrote a blog “anger, frustration and a deep sense of being lost” that similarly talked about the isolation on mental illness. You should definitely have a read. Awesome work!

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