Life in a box... prisoner

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Prisoner...

I woke this morning struggling with where I fit in. Wondering if it’s me. Have I not found my “tribe?” Why do I feel so out of place?

I feel distant and far away from everything and everyone. Both literally and metaphorically. Feeling that I am so guarded and scared of pain that the distance I keep from everyone is actually hurting me more than helping.

A prisoner to my own hurt and fear. Is it possible to shut so many people out and be so busy that when all the noise stops and the craziness dissipates that you realize you are all alone?

That’s where I am, realizing this weekend that it’s just me. That I’ve sentenced my heart to solitary confinement and as a result it’s hurting me more than it’s helping me.

Idk, maybe I’m the problem? Maybe it’s me? Maybe I’m the reason things are what they are. Idk....