Early Morning Quiet

In the still and quiet of early morning there’s a calm that’s almost eerie in its silence. Alone, but not really lonely. I debate taking a shower, I love the warmth, but I know that my husband will be up in half an hour, and might need the water before he goes to work.

I sit with a cup of tea, no longer sipping because it’s grown cold. Uncertain whether I wish to heat more water, or if maybe I should make something for breakfast. A part of me wishes to go back to bed, but I know that sleep at this point won’t help in readjusting my schedule.

Uncertain what the day will bring, yet somehow enjoying this moment of silence, of rest, before the world awakes and the day truly begins.

Emotional Insecurity

I write to process. A desperate attempt to say please, someone understand me. A desperate plea to myself, hoping to understand what’s going on in my own mind.

It’s much easier to handle other people’s thoughts, feelings, and emotions. It’s much easier to understand others than it is to understand myself. It’s a blessing and a curse. Our gifts usually are though.

I’ve seen how much others can benefit from this. I know what it’s like to sit in a room full of people, and cry for someone else, feeling the pain they’re trying so hard to contain. I know what it’s like to absorb.

Whereas this can be good, and it has helped in relationships and with other people, I also tend to focus on fixing others rather than myself. And this can become toxic and unhealthy.

Sometimes I wonder how large my blind spots are. I’d like to think I’m self-aware, but what if I’m not? Isn’t there a difference between shame and honest self-awareness? I think true humility is about being honest about our strengths and weaknesses, our good and our bad, and looking at it in a true and honest light.

Emotions and self-awareness are two separate concepts, I get that. And our perceptions of ourselves and others, if clouded by emotion, are not always a genuine reflection of the facts. I struggle to separate the two sometimes. Part of it is just how God designed me, but sometimes I wonder if there’s something deeper, something unhealthy in the way I handle things.

Sometimes I want others to call me out on things. And when I bring it up, and apologize, it’s often brushed aside, or they say they don’t see it, or me, that way. My self-perception is off. And I don’t know what to do with that.

I suppose I want something to be wrong with me so I have the control and ability to fix it. And sometimes I just want someone else to acknowledge my own unhealthy thoughts. But what if my issue isn’t what I expect? What if my brother’s right, what if my greatest character flaw is my insecurity? And he isn’t the only one. When I asked my husband, he said the same thing.

Insecurity seems a lot more difficult to overcome than something blatantly toxic to others. Where’s the line? How do I know if I’ve gone too far and am overcompensating? How do I know if I’ve become toxic and narcissistic when I already see myself that way even though no one else seems to?

I don’t have all the answers. I know I need a strengthened identity. I know that it’s a process. And I’m thankful that God still has those answers, and knows exactly where He wants to lead me, and can even use this to grow my understanding. But in this moment, I’m really struggling to define my identity. Maybe that’s okay. I don’t feel like a whole person, and I guess that’s what I’m really struggling to sit with.

Early Morning Anxiety And Loneliness

3:30 AM, I awake. 4:30, I get out of bed knowing there’s no possible way I could sleep.

My sleep schedule has been a bit erratic lately, and I can’t at all say that I enjoy it. I’d rather get up early than stay up late, but days when I do both, that’s when I’m not sure what to do with myself.

The past few days I’ve been feeling anxious again. It’s that feeling of being trapped, of being so far within myself that it’s like I’m looking through the dark on the outside. Isolation plays a huge role in it, and the isolation is also a trigger.

I’m an introvert, but I also need people. I’m an introvert, but I need to feel like I matter. I’m an introvert, but sometimes I need other people so I don’t get sucked into the anxiety of my own mind. It’s too easy to fall into that trap.

I know God can use this to grow me. I know He can use it for my good. And the situation now is not what it was. But I’m still lonely.

There’s a different between being alone and being lonely. I don’t like feeling like I’m alone in life. Part of this could also come from not really having any hobbies or projects to work on at the moment. I feel like I’m in a transition stage, and that’s okay, maybe (probably) even a good thing. But I also feel unstable and like I’m drifting again.

My thoughts blend together. Dreams merge with reality and I’m left off-kilter.

Sometimes I feel like I need an anchor point outside of myself to ground me in the real world, to help keep me calm and balanced. Sometimes, I don’t have the strength to hold myself together. Sometimes I just want someone there with me, to help me make it through the storm.

Trapped Frustration

I feel frustrated, locked in, limited, restrained. There have been so many no’s, I know there are a few steps forward, but it seems that each one still leaves me looking back. And I’m not sure what I’m “allowed” to do, or think, or dream.

I know this is based on a distorted view of God. And I feel like I shouldn’t be stuck in this place anymore, which only adds to the shame and self-condemnation. Maybe God’s asking me to just be still and know that He is God. Maybe He’s asking me to take a step forward in faith, even though I cannot see. And yet, I’m unable to discern the truth in this moment.

I know that God is faithful, and I know that someday things will change, I know that every small step is a step in the right direction, and I know that even in the silence I am called to trust. I just want a higher calling. I want something that matters.

Having a voice, and having a purpose is so important to me. It isn’t about needing to be seen, exactly, though I don’t really want to be fully invisible. It’s more that I just want something to work for. I want a reason and hope for a future. I want to have the faith and trust that a future I could be satisfied with exists.

Right now, I feel like I’m stuck between who I was and who I’m going to be. I just want to feel like my life has purpose.

Part of what it is is that I feel like I’m too broken and messed up. That I feel I’m not allowed to exist. That I missed my chance and disappointed God, and so now I’m not allowed to have a voice. I know this is a false view. I know this isn’t truth. And yet, I find myself believing the lies anyway.

This is not what God does. This is what the abusers did. Why do I still fall into this trap, where I project them onto God? Why do I judge God, and myself, based on people who never loved either of us? People who were never capable of love at all.

This is where I need to take my eyes off the storm, off my fears, and start looking to God.

Extroverted Momentum

This past weekend my husband and I went out for the day. By the time we got home I was completely exhausted and ready for bed, it was about 8:30. Though despite being so tired, and already spending so much time with each other and around people (not interacting directly), I still wanted to spend time together.

What I’ve noticed is that if I’m invested in the extroverting that I’m doing, I can ride on that momentum and keep going. But as soon as I step away, I completely crash into the safety of my little introvert haven. It’s easy to ignore our own needs sometimes, and it’s difficult to distinguish which is more important when two or more of our needs conflict.

It’s like riding a bike long distances when you know you’re almost there, but your legs are hurting and it’s so hard to just keep going. Sometimes stopping makes it harder to start again.

I’m not very good at the whole self-care thing. I push myself too much, too far, for too long. But sometimes, having just a little bit of momentum can keep me going, even if I’ve already been interacting for far too long.

Do you find it easier to socialize when you have a little momentum built up? What are your favorite self-care tips? I could certainly learn some more of those.

Awake

Time. It ticks on endlessly, mocking me as I sleep. Awake O sleeper.

But I couldn’t hear it.

I’ve heard that we have a choice, a choice whether we’re enslaved or not. That all this time, all these years, wasted by all human accounts, could be counted for something.

I’m not sure that I care anymore.

My life is nothing but a hollow dream. Racing by as I struggle to catch my breath. It’s too late. Now I’ve gotten too old.

What meaning does life have, when you’ve lost the only thing you ever cared about. Hope. Hope for the future. Hope for a future worth living. Hope to come alive again.

Just because we don’t see it, doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

Just because we don’t have the faith to believe, doesn’t mean the Source of our life is any less active. On our behalf. He acts on our behalf. Because we don’t do it on our own.

Time may be a mystery. It may be moving too fast. But we have a God outside of time, who likes to wait until just in time. And that is where we find our hope. Not in the hours of a day or the timing on a clock, but in the One who created time, and is Master over all.

Heart Choice

Soft music plays as I wrap up my morning routine. There’s a sense of peace and belonging even in the uncertainty. I feel like things are about to change, and who knows whether it’s real or just a feeling, I’m a little nervous about what the future may hold, so many unknowns.

So many closed doors when all I had hoped for feels so far out of reach. And yet, I know that He is faithful, and even in my lack, He is using it for my good. I know there are certain things I don’t have now, that I wish I could have, but there’s also a protection that comes from not having those things, at least as of yet.

It’s hard not to feel like I’m missing out. And it isn’t about the comparisons to others, except in the jealousy and envy that comes when I look around and others have things that I wanted, things I wanted more than anything, and now I don’t know if hope of that is lost. A future unexplored. And I don’t know if it may, or may never be.

My life is nothing like what I would have imagined. Not all of that is bad, but there are many things that are missing. I’m not as far along on my journey as I would like, and I feel like I’m falling behind my own standards. I suppose that’s the danger in being a perfectionist, and I don’t fully know how to let go of this need for stability, for control.

In this moment, my heart chooses to look to the One who knows it all. Past. Present. Future. What may come truly is unknown to me, and yet, to Him, it’s already seen, it’s already done.

So why do I fear? Why do I struggle to trust the One who holds it all? The only one who could ever guard my heart.

I don’t always like looking back, at least not without the intent to look ahead. The past is gone, it doesn’t exist anymore. And now, I need to find peace knowing that whatever will happen in my future has already been decided, I just get to discover it along the way. If there’s no point worrying about the past, then neither is there any reason to fret over the future.

My life is held, supremely and securely in the hands of a Father who knows it all, in a Father whose every decision is leading me to good. I can look ahead with confidence, rather than fear, because this story is already written, and someday I’ll see all the threads of how wonderfully crafted it’s been weaved together.