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Thursday, February 14, 2013

Verbal vs Physical, Lesser of 2 Evils?

I find that lately I don't really have much to blog about. Or maybe just too much to blog about I don't know where to begin. I think I've mentioned in a previous post that my life has changed tremendously in the past couple of years and I've had to take on even more responsibilities. Sometimes I wonder if it's something I'm even able to cope with.

Yup, I'm turning 30 this year. Yes, I'm still very much single with no available prospect. And yea, my family is my life. Sometimes to the point that it consumes me or to the point where I hide myself behind the fact, slowly disappearing from the world around me.

As strong as I try to be, sometimes you've just got to break down and cry. Sure, other people's lives isn't easy either. We all have our battles to fight. What if I'm not cut out for mine? Truth be told, I'm tired. As much of a jolly front I try to put up for the world to see, I'm breaking down inside piece by piece. If it were up to me, I don't want to go on.

I feel like my life is a series of mess ups waiting to happen. Eyes on me waiting for me to make the tiniest mistake so I can be lashed out at. Every thing I do is deeply scrutinized and broken apart. Whether it is intentional or out of habit, more often than not I always end up questioning every move I make, every action I take and every decision I make. Somehow, I always find my way to do something wrong.

People look at me and think either I'm lazy or I'm responsible for every detail of everything. I try to do my best as best I know how. More often than not, it's not enough. There's always someone I need to report to or explain myself to. I am never enough.

Although I don't suffer from physical abuse (Alhamdulillah) but physical abuse is just as bad. There are no visible scarring or bruising but emotionally and mentally it tears you apart. A form of slow torture to the soul. It's getting harder and harder for me to put up a smile but I pull through and try to keep it positive. I don't know how long I'll be able to keep this up. Days go by and I keep feeling like my life has become more useless than the day before. Everyone else's life is much much more important than mine and I always need to help or fix situations.

What I hate most is whenever I explain how I feel, it gets dismissed. Even worst, it gets twisted out of context and people get offended like I'm blaming them for things that happens. Without my mum, I have no one to truly talk to. I have no one who can take my word wholeheartedly and not try to twist it to some delusional sense that is far away from the truth. Every day I live my life in fear of doing the wrong thing. Of saying the wrong words. Of being the reason for someone's anger.

It isn't enough that I've given up my life to be of service and please. I don't even know what living for myself means anymore. Almost all my will have left me. I feel like I've become so broken I'm virtually irrepairable. I distance myself from people because I don't want to spread my negativity. Every time I feel grateful, life throws me back 10 times. Each time it gets harder and harder to get back up. Every time I leave a little chip behind. Soon, I will only be an empty meat suit, a vessel that breathes and talks but holds nothing.

Hopefully my next post can have a little bit more sunshine.

If you read this til the end, thank you.


  1. I feel you cuz. I feel you. I'm here whenever you feel like talking to someone. *hugs*

  2. Thanks cuz. You know sometimes things can get overwhelming. I have my good days and my down days. It is what it is. Thanks for lending an ear ever so often. Much appreciated. *hugs*

    1. Yes, sometimes problems can be very overwhelming up to the extreme. But we are family and we should stick together. Anytime and I'm always here for you cuz. *hugs back*