I'm writing this through my tears. Tears of relief and regret. Relieved to have found you. Regretting that I need to be here. I am in the depths of dispare and self loathing and am too ashamed to confide in anyone close to me. That's a good thing. I can still feel something.
I've been doing a lot of soul searching the past few weeks, and realize it is a matter of life or death that I free myself from the choke hold that P and MB have on me. I have a good life, a good family, a good spiritual foundation, and I'm risking it all, by leading a double life that no one knows about but me. And God. It's a very dirty not so little secret.
I've thought about how I got into this whole mess, and in short, it all boils down to skating too close to the edge, curious to see what's lurking in those dark cold waters, thinking the ice won't crack beneath me. But it's cracking. A guilty conscience does that.
I'm thankful I've hit rock bottom. I'm thankful for this wake up call. I'm thankful I'm not too numb to feel shame. I'm thankful that there is a way out. I'm thankful for the support I know I'll receive from all of you.
I hope in time I'll be able to pay it forward to someone who is feeling as low as I am.
boris
































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