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.