Just Noticing


I have written quite a few posts whether it be in poem form or a random mind blurt about my frustrations, struggles and ongoing battles with life. I am truly convinced that everyone in variating degrees struggles or battles something in life. My hurts, losses or inability to fight my way out of a paper bag sometimes doesn’t deserve more attention or emotional first aid than someone else or the other way around.

   I do get a little bruised when people assume because I am a strong willed independent woman that whatever I am going through I can do so without support or a shoulder to cry on or even an ear to listen. True, I don’t send out smoke signals to attract first aid and yes I have learned to just pull up my big panties and act like a big girl. There is part of me that takes pride in knowing that I can handle situations that I know others can’t. I don’t always need a cheering squad or a nearby triage when life unravels. Most of what I need is right inside of me and if I can quiet my ongoing mind sometimes I can extract the answers. There have been times when I really needed a shoulder or be comforted in an upsetting situation but because I’m perceived as being strong or the brazen warrior I often go without. I always get through it but it just sucks that I don’t get the same offerings.

   This came out sounding like a social media bleat but I just wanted to point out that strong people need support and attention too. I am thankful that I have creative outlets to release what I often keep inside and for those who read what I write or those that can relate to what I write.

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