“Why is it when something wonderful happens it turns out to bite me instead? Why does this crap keep happening to me?”
I sat on my bed holding my blue journal wishing I could write about something wonderful happening to me without it turning to stab me in the back. My heart felt like it was in my throat, restricting my breathing. I keep gasping trying to suck through the lump in my throat so I can inhale air into my lungs. It releases. The tears come, streaming down my cheeks.
The silent voice is taunting me, “Stop it. You’re just feeling sorry for yourself!’
“Shut-up Shut-up!” I scream, sobbing breathlessly. “Just shut-up!”
My inner voice whispers, “People will disappoint you. It happens and there is nothing you can do to change it. Remember, you have to change yourself.”
Suddenly, my tears stop. That is true. I cannot change other people, I can only change myself. But, what is it that I need to change about myself?
In my concentration to figure out what I need to change, I remember these comforting words,
“Someday, your ship will come in.”
Sinking further into my pillow, I begin thinking about ‘my ship’.
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