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Thursday, January 22, 2015

Letting go of the pain, perhaps

Fighting the anxiety, fighting the pain. I've started to feel that if I let them overcome me, I may as well be dead. It is a strange kind of unlife that I occasionally submit to; not quite thinking, not quite dead.
Yet I have also found strength in myself. Sometimes it takes a deep glimpse into the darkness to truly reject it. Being miserable is not necessary for being a good person and thus, I have lost one of the greatest hurdles to making myself happy. Perhaps my job will someday be making someone happy by being happy. It certainly feels better to think about than letting them down by being far too weak to reach the heights I've helped them reach.

Consider this a new beginning, if you may. The pain has served its purpose. It's now time for other feelings to take its place and move us onward.