This is pretty much how I feel most days. Some days more than others. It’s a hard thing to fight. But I will never give up. Never
My journey has not been easy. Born into poverty, discord and discontent; I grew. As I grew I absorbed the disharmony which surrounded me. Even today I cannot shake it.
I struggle daily with the unconscious manifestation of past trauma. It reveals itself as negativity, depression, anger and doubt. These feelings, draped upon me like a most unbecoming cloak, are with me almost daily. Each day is a battle, a battle to stay positive, content, at peace and confident. This is no easy task. Not by a long shot. Some days I fail miserably. Other days I do OK.
Joy is unnatural for me. Actually I have a natural propensity towards negativity and depression. I did not choose this. It’s as if this state of being chose me. I am not alone. I see it in my blood relatives; the discontent and despair. The struggle seems to have come down through…
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