Thursday, July 9, 2015

Sticks and Stones

Last night I lay in bed scrolling my phone and deleting messages. I hoard messages and calls. I am one of those people who literally never deletes texts. Last night I felt as though I needed to do so. I wanted a sort of, new beginning, if that makes any sense. Well I stumbled upon messages from an ex and I decided to read them. Every other message contained the words, "I am busy." Sorry I am too busy to call, sorry I've been busy, sorry can't make it there I got pretty busy. A while back I had found out that he really wasn't all that busy, his time was just being shared with someone else. and I no longer was any sort of priority in the life we once shared. These three words I have began to resent. Even hearing them I cringe and my blood fills with anxiety. My thoughts start to wonder off and create problems that were never there to begin with whenever anyone tells me they are "too busy."

How is it that words can have such an effect on us? Make us build these walls of insecurity, that no one can seem to break down? Why is it that because one person hurt us with their words and actions that we automatically assume the next person will hurt us the same way as well? There are so many questions I don't have the answers too. I hurt myself so much because I dwell on my own thoughts when someones tells me they are going to do something and they don't do it, or when someones tells me they are busy but aren't. It's like an automatic trigger in my life that shoots me back to a place of so much hurt. I associate these actions and words with my past and not being at least of some importance in someone's life whom I care about. I have allowed these three words to consume me, and it is so utterly stupid! Part of me wants to keep these words as a wall so that I can use them to never get hurt again, and then part of me wants to let them go. Let them go because they have become like chains holding me back from a brighter and better future.

I started to think, what if it was me that was the problem? What if I am the reason why some people just don't have time for me. Then I realized I was thinking too much! Way too much, and that was creating problems inside my own head that weren't even real. So today I took those words and wrote them on a piece of paper, then I set fire to the paper, letting go of the resentment I felt toward those words that have been a weight on me for too long. Today I finally let go of my fear of words, my fear of being hurt by them, and embraced the beautiful future I have ahead of me!