You know that moment when you’re blindsided and everything falls apart?
Literally everything. You think you have a shaky grasp on certain aspects of your life. The things you should be able to control.
Poof it’s gone.
How did it happen? How did you get here?
No. Really. It’s about what will you do.
Sabotage. My natural instinct. Well fuck everything else has shattered. It’s only time till those last shards fall. Why not just sweep them away on my terms.
I should be able to control something.
Sabotage and its seductive voice. Calling to me.
They say good things come to those who wait. The tortoise beats the hare. The good always prosper. Good trumps evil. Every other cliche.
Well what the fyzk. I’m here waiting.
Because having anorexia wasn’t horrible enough. And anxiety. Several kinds. OCD behaviors. Oh PTSD. Invalidating environments throughout life [including now]. Chronic pain.
Suffering from those alone is enough to make some people kill themselves.
So why, why does life or G-d or insert deity of choice keep throwing shit my way?
The one thing I have left is PC and our wedding. The wedding [date] I had planned was just taken away from me today by today’s events.
Because working in my hostile environment with a bullying and harassing boss wasn’t enough I’m being forced to quit. I need insurance so marriage is not going to be when I wanted it. Loss. This equals me questioning my life and existence.
How could someone be allowed to exist like that? And why targeting me?
Clearly I’m not worthy. Of life or existence. Because I keep getting up and the shot trying to knock me down keeps getting worse.
I can’t have control over even one aspect of my life like my own. fucking. Wedding.
Let’s sabotage what’s left: PC.
They have won with everything else. They got your wedding. Job. Money. Soul. Health.
But they can’t have PC and your love.