I’m STILL Looking for that Other Damn Street!!!!

Photo courtesy of Merrith Kujawa (Figured it was appropriate, because I’m usually so sparkly. Not feelin’ it lately though. So I leave you with this today.  Dealing with sadness, jealousy, PTSD, and a host of other issues. And yes, after 44 years I keep falling in that damn hole. I’m learning how to crawl out of it though. By God’s good grace, I am.)

Autobiography in Five Short Chapters

 Chapter 1

I walk down the street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I fall in.

I am lost . . . I am helpless.

It isn’t my fault.

It takes forever to find a way out

Chapter 2

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I pretend I don’t see it.

I fall in again.

I can’t believe I am in the same place.

But it isn’t my fault.

It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter 3

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I see it is there.

I still fall in … it’s a habit.

My eyes are open.

I know where I am.

It is my fault.

I get out immediately.

Chapter 4

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I walk around it.

Chapter 5

I walk down another street.

~ Portia Nelson ~

(There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk)

14 thoughts on “I’m STILL Looking for that Other Damn Street!!!!

    • Thank you love for the sweet words. And for the follow. Please know these aren’t my words but they sure did speak to me today. I’m glad you’re here. Hope you stick around for awhile. Please comment anytime.

    • Thanks my sweet friend. I’m sure I will. Just having a tough time. I need good sleep, good love, and to let go of some things in my life. I need to stop worrying so much about what others think of me. That has never been an easy thing for me. I’ve always looked for validation, for more love. When what I should do is be happy in my life. It really is good. I’m just dealing with my own darkness. It’s why I write. To share it. I know I’m not the only one that feels this way. Thanks for the hugs. I can feel them all the way over here.

  1. Stay with us sparkly🙂
    Love the autobiography Renee, so right on so many levels and not only for you🙂
    Hope you get a hold of your issues before they get a hold of you. If you need a chat or just want to unload drop me a line and I’ll endevour to do my best to cheer you up:-D

    Extra big love n hugs for you tonight Renee
    Take it easy
    xxx

    • Thanks for your kind words and offer Seadog. Just having a rough time right now. I’ll keep speaking my mind and writing my stories. I just have some sadness right now. A good friend of mine that’s a writer, says it’s okay to be sad, it helps us write better. I do believe he is right. But I hate being sad. Life will get better. As I said in my post by God’s good grace it will.

  2. Oh dear, this doesn’t sound right! But it puts me in mind of a helpful story: A woman (we’ll make it a woman since you are the target audience) walks down the street, she falls into a hole and can’t find a way out. The hole looks too deep from below, and the walls are to slippery to scale. One by one, people of various walks of life come by and she asks them for help. One by one, they fail and tell her to wait for someone more capable. Finally, her best friend comes by. She asks them for help, and they jump down into the whole with them. She asks “Why did you do that? Now we’re both in here.” The friend replies “I’ve been down here before, I know the way out.”

    Surprised? Most people think the moral is that misery loves company. I like this version better myself. I told it to a friend when he was caught between a rock and hard place, and he never forgot it. Years later, he was helping me out when I was stuck in the same kind of situation. Hope you find a day-brightener though. I know a bit about what you’re going through and hope I can help😉

    • Matt my dear you really did help. Thank you. It’s nice to know I’m not stuck in that damn hole by myself. That I will have help finding my way out. From the bottom of the hole and my sparkly heart, I thank you. You are a good one, you are.

    • I’m dealing with depression and PTSD. It will get better. I know it will. All in due time. I’ll keep falling but I’ll keep getting back up.

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