Bear with me on this one. This is my thoughts, frustrations: my heart meeting the tablet.
I am a complex person. Yet I am simple.
I am a very positive person. Yet I am negative by nature.
I am a writer. I do not speak eloquently.
I am confident. I am terribly insecure.
I am a friend. I am an enemy.
I am a perfectionist. I am lazy.
A lot of things in my life contradict themselves. A lot. It is just who I am. But I am authentic.
I am real.
I am my most authentic self on this blog. When I write.
I have had a lot of things going on my life lately. And when I say my life, I mean with me. My actual life is pretty boring. Pretty mundane. Pretty unexciting.
I have inner turmoil. A constant battle.
Lately, it has been culminating. On the verge of exploding. I'm not sure where. Onto paper. Into the open sky, as I cry out for relief. Towards a friend. A pet. A something. Good or bad. I don't really know. I'm not sure when or where, but I feel something building inside of me.
I wrestle. Inner turmoil.
Personalities clashing.
Confidence fighting insecurity.
Love fighting hate.
Peace fighting riot.
Joy fighting sadness.
Positivity fighting negativity.
Back & forth they struggle.
It inhibits me.
I want desperately for new friends, new connections in my life. But my fear & insecurity stifle.
I cannot just
be around people. I fumble around, like I'm on trial.
When I am alone, I feel relief.
When I am at home, with a person, with a place, I am me.
When I am with most people, I create a facade.
Most of the people that think they know me the best, don't seem to know me at all. They think I am not "me" on my blog. That hurts. Because it is here, that I am the most "me".
I am free.
I am inhibited.
I feel loved unconditionally. Because if I am not, you don't say it. It is not written on your face. You just click away from me. And I am none the wiser.
I don't feel your judgement.
I don't feel your awkwardness to my grief. You either comfort me, or you don't. And I am none the wiser if you don't.
If you are in front of me, I can feel you. I can feel you looking at me with pity. I can see you squirm when I talk about my struggles. I can feel the silence.
When I am in the presence of people, I squirm. I wonder what they think about me. I think about a comment I said, for days. Sometimes weeks. And I wonder what you think of me.
I think of specific instances over, and over, and over again. I fret & stress about things that I have said that I wish I could take back. Things that made me feel stupid. Things that I said to fill a gap, one of the many moments where I fear I may crawl out of my skin because I feel under a spotlight. Things that I said, but didn't mean they way they came out. Things that I wish I would, or could say, but don't have the courage.
When I am with my family, extended, I feel written off. I don't feel validated. I don't always feel treasured. I feel that my thoughts & feelings are written off, because they are not like yours. I don't fit into your mold.
I am me. I am not you.
Any joke that has been said. Any insult made into play. They are embedded into my memory. And they are not a joke. The labels you have made for me, in jest or in truth, I see them on my soul. I sometimes find the power to scratch them out, but they are still written.
I am a very internal person. I am very analytical. I take it all in. Everything. Sights, sounds, smells, thoughts, words, feelings. I internalize everything.
This is me. This is who I am when I am my authentic self.
I am important. I am worthy. I am a child of God. And I am made in His image.
My quirks. My downfalls. My strengths. My weaknesses.
HE loves me, even still. He does not tell me to figure out whatever the heck made me the new Amber I became on September 15, 2008. And then change it back.
I am forever changed.
I will NEVER be the same.
My experiences have made me WHO I am today.
Good, bad, ugly.
They're still being sorted and processed.
So have a little grace.
You don't have to fix me.
But you also don't have the position to tell me who I should be, what I should say or not say, how I should grieve. You don't have the position to call me what you have called me.
The people that read this blog, they choose to. If someone doesn't like it, they don't stick around.
When I survey in my mind, I think you stick around because I am honest. Because I am real. Because I don't pretend.
Because I am my authentic self. And for those of you that accept me for who I genuinely am, I thank you. And I love you for that.
I am here to be me. I am here to be real. I am here to be used.
Lord, you know my heart. You know me inside and out. You know me beyond the insecurity. You know me beyond what is presented. You know that this is my authentic self. And you know the person that I wish I could be all the time. YOU search my heart. YOU correct me where I need to be corrected. YOU light the path before me. And when I stray, will YOU & YOU alone place me where I need to be. I know that lately, I am a hot mess. I am fickle. You know the desires of my heart, even when I swear them off. You know my heart, even when I pretend to be strong. You know that I smile in faith. You know that I love in faith. And you know that I hope in faith. I am not perfect. I am not even always pleasant. But you forgive me. And I lay my life down at your feet. Whatever I am, I want it to be pleasing to you. And I want it to glorify you. Please mold my mess into something that you can use. Take all that I am, and all that I have been through, and let it glorify you. I want to be a slave to my experiences. I want you to use them in ANY & every opportunity that you can. I am willing to be an open book. A hot mess. If it is helps someone else, than I will not conform to what makes others comfortable. I will continue to live my life in transparency, showing all of my flaws, all of my feelings, good or bad, that you may receive the glory. And you know that it isn't always easy for me. It would be nice to pretend sometimes. But ultimately, I know that is not who you have called me to be. And I know that THAT is the new me. This is who you are making me to be. Please help me to be unashamed. Of myself. Of you. In my life, and in this blog. I want to be pleasing to you. YOU know my heart. And for that, I am so thankful.