“Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.” ― Dr. Seuss
I always thought I was the kind of person that was strong enough to walk away from situations, and not people…I was wrong, because I walked away. I walked away from the problem, from the situation, and all the people in it. Sometimes burning bridges prevents you from going back to a place where you never should have been to begin with…
I swallowed the pain and the hurt, the disappointments and my words. I walked away in complete and utter silence. I didn’t want to stoop to a level that isn’t me. I didn’t want to yell, scream or even cry. Most of all, I didn’t want to explain…I didn’t think I owed it to anyone.
That what does not kill you can only make you stronger.
I’m here, and I’m alive…I’m stronger, most of the time…and other times I find myself gathering the courage to survive another day.
I try to keep myself busy, occupied…because if I don’t, I find myself slipping into a dark place, somewhere within myself and that scares me. So I try to not feel, because it makes me weak and all the excuses I’ve been thinking up and using to convince myself seem like a big lie and I can’t seem to find all that strength I mustered up for so long.
I don’t write to you, and I try not to think about you…because every time that I do, I find myself in a place, where I feel alone and I don’t like that feeling. So I ignore it, because it’s just easier.
I feel like when I walked away, I know…that when I walked away I closed a lot of doors for myself, that I vowed to not open again. I told myself there’s no turning back. There’s a bridge…and we’re at opposite ends, and I’ve burnt my way back. I feel like I’m at the other end just waiting, and it seems like a long wait from now and that saddens me.
I don’t think leaving makes me the weaker person though. I think it makes me the bigger person, because I saved myself from being the person that I was slowly becoming.
I maybe in bad place right now…but I’m going to get through this, and when I do I’ll come out stronger, better and bolder.
Sometimes…you don’t know how strong you really are, until you have no other choice but to be strong. I’m going to see this through to the end, because this is what I chose, for myself.