On Your Own

I've been alone most of my life...sometimes by choice and other times not.
I know I'm alone now, it feels as if it's me against the world.
I'll be ok, I always have pulled through.


At this point in my life, I am not sure I've ever experienced hatred as I do now. It's sad and it breaks my heart in some ways. But it's built walls for me, bigger, stronger walls than I've ever constructed maybe.


I am at a point of no return, not really sure how to come out of this. Who am I kidding, there really is no return in my eyes. Nothing changes. Hatred grows, we all know this. I seem stuck, I seem paralyzed to make a decision that needs to be made. Why, why am I choosing to be weak now? I don't really know.


I've never been the type to let someone sink if I could help, I've never experienced someone that would. I've never been subjected to self survival. oh wait, yeah I have. But I survived. ALWAYS.


And no matter the pain and betrayal I feel now, I will this time too. And as usual, I'll come away strong.


Remember this! The only person that can break you, is YOU....Anyone else who tries is your enemy and not your friend. So save yourself and be who you were meant to be!

Broken

She made her morning coffee in her favorite mug and proceeded to the office...
The calico watched, precariously, from atop the file cabinet, not knowing what her mood might be that morning, as she went about the daily morning wake up ritual.
Although, she was a morning person, she needed her time, she wasn't capable of handling a conversation until her morning coffee was done. She had nothing to say, she needed to deal with herself.
The house was silent and she was pleased. She lifted her mug to her lips and felt a rough place, she didn't think much of it at the moment, there were emails to answers.
After several more sips of her morning coffee, it came to her...the mug was broken, well not exactly broken. But it was chipped. This mug that had been with her for over 12 years was chipped.
As she looked at the little rough place in the side of the mug, it came to her....It was much like her life.
Slowly it was chipped away, at times she felt broken. Chipped, when would be the next chip?

How much more would it take to be broken?


Broken? She's not really the type you can break, yet, she sat there that morning and wondered where she was headed. Could it be that she had come to the end of herself and it was time to make a decision?
Decisions always scared her and she always doubted her decision, even when she didn't want to.
And life had challenged her once again.....
Once again, she was faced with doubt and anguish about the next move, however she never ceased to consider first what it would do to someone else.
But at a point that a decision had to be made, she gave herself one more challenge!
Because that's what she lives for...the next challenge!