Mi nombre es Nesha
So I'm told I need to probably continue to see a counselor and in order to continue to "feel better". Funny thing is that last time I went it went something like this. I go in and sit down with him and begin to talk and next thing you know we spent at least half the session with the counselor spilling his guts to me! At least he was slightly confused by it. It's happened since I was a kid though, people telling me their deepest darkest secrets, crying on my shoulder. It doesn't matter where we are they just can't help themselves. Drunks at parties cornering me to tell me about their marital woes, complete strangers on buses or in stores telling me far more than I need to hear, the teacher in the parent teacher conference. I wonder if there's a sign on my forehead that I can't see, but everyone else can. A part of me wanted to throw a tantrum & stomp my foot & yell "It's not fair, it's MY TURN! I'm paying you to listen to me & help me understand myself". Instead I tried to put my meagre newly learned counseling skills into practice & resigned myself to this taking longer than I'd hoped. Hey, he & I will both come out of this happier & healthier.I went home and told everyone it turned out beautifully and I felt good. Funny thing is after spilling his guts he told me I would feel much better if I started Wellbutrin.
Sometimes I regret my posts and leave them into draft mode so that I don't have to deal with it at the time or because I feel that someone may take it wrong, but I'm sick of presenting the everything ok mask & being the one everyone turns to for help & advice without them being aware that I too have my own major issues & some of them really are overdue for fixing. Part of my upbringing taught me to present the facade to the world "no problems here, just perfection". Meanwhile our family was sometimes imploding in the privacy of our home. I learned at a young age not to write anything about your personal thoughts & feelings & ACTIONS down as there was no such thing as privacy & they will be dragged out & ridiculed, so this is a bit of a who gives a damn anyway gesture on my part.
So here's a little glimpse of me.
Sad thoughts a filigree of shadows on my mind
Haunting lines, fine tracery never seeming to end
Will I ever find a different brush to help me paint another picture
Laughter in bright colours over pale mauve of tears
I let the sky into my heart, but there it changes form
Blue seas of melancholy swell
Grey waves swallow up my smiles
Let me find another palette and mix the colours of my life
Perhaps I'll find a brighter hue to start again
For I dream of radiant colours where the greenest grass grows
That's where we'll meet again soon
You'll gaze into my eyes and smile
...a perfect smile