One thing I know I have acquired with time, writing on this blog, and meeting wonderful people, is courage. Courage to accept my needs, to be who I want to be, to express my true feelings.
Courage to stop hiding my weaknesses. It's easy for me not to judge people, but predictably I'm the most cruel judge of myself. And this is why it took me so long to be where I'm at right now. Who I am, as a whole, is perfectly presentable, functional in society, productive in the work place. It's the bits and pieces, the strays… So well hidden, but at some point, it was bound to crumble, the nice image, the character I thought I had to be. Not exactly playing a part, but not being totally true either. Real life reality tv.
If I have made one mistake, a real one, it's to have silenced and killed my emotions, hidden my feelings, my humanity, from my children. Anguish, anxiety, pain, sadness, love. Not to show when I am moved, troubled. And I look at them, and see them struggling to do the same, and to a certain degree, they succeed. I cannot say I am ashamed, because I didn't really know what I was doing. But I am sad. So fucking sad. I just hope it's not too late.
Six weeks ago I had built up enough courage to tell him it was over. Tell him I am leaving soon. I had been thinking about it for years… years. Never again in my life will I let things go this far because of fear and lack of courage. But there is still more where it came from. Courage. I intend to use it.
Courage to let love, happiness, peace touch me. Things I never really believed I deserved. Weather I get to experience them or not in the future, my future life, at least I will have given myself the chance. I jumped… Not to a certain death, as I though I was, but to a certain life. Courage I have found in you, that come to read here, and you that I read. I want to live man, just live and stop always being so fucking afraid. Whatever I think I lack, whatever I think I am not, whatever I think I can't do… Whatever happens… I have this. Courage.