blackthorn28 posted on Jan 06, 2008
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I hurt inside today. Just when I felt like everything was so good, the hurt came back. It's been brewing for a few days too. I could feel it. I've been dancing on the edge for several days now, and today I think the hurt has won out. I've been very strong trying to fight it, but today, I think I've given up. Hopefully not forever though. I hope I'll get myself back out. But right now, I'm in pain.
A couple of days ago I did a meditation before I went to sleep. I'm highly into spiritual things and I've been finding a lot of comfort in that lately. But I did a meditation asking for answers as to who I really am and why I'm here on this earth. And if it worked correctly, the answer would come to me in a dream.
That night, I dreamt that I was an angel. I was in a peaceful place that had no form at all. Nothing but white surrounding me. And when I looked at my body, it wasn't really mine. I was taller and had longer hair and beautiful white wings. I outstretched them and I implored that if anyone needed me, they should just show me. I would take their pain away.
And at that exact moment in the dream, I was woken up when my girlfriend rolled over and put her arms around me. And I realized that my arms were outstretched over the bed, like I had been spreading my wings, welcoming her into me. And I felt so strongly that she heard what I said in the dream. She heard me ask if anyone needed me, and she answered by putting her arms around me.
The entire next day, all I could think about was this possibility that I was some sort of angel in human form. I'm highly emphatic to the point that I absorb every emotion and feeling around me. People gravitate to me to tell me their problems and seek comfort. I readily offer it. I can't stop myself from giving every wayward person all my energy, because I've always felt like it was my duty to do so.
Countless people tell me that there is something special about me and they don't know what it is. I make them feel safe and loved and understood, and all I have to do is be there. No words are even necessary sometimes. Occasionally I get these overwhelming feelings that someone needs me. Like they've called on me somehow. It compels me to contact them when I feel that way. And every single time I've done that, they always say something to the effect of, I was hoping you'd show up. Or I was praying for someone to help me. I even had someone once tell me that they felt God himself had sent me in their direction.
I don't much care if anyone thinks I'm delusional or crazy. Sometimes you just know things in your heart and into the core of your very soul. And I believe that the dream I had was real. I believe that this is what I am inside. I believe that I'm some sort of angel that was sent here to earth to ease the suffering of other people. Not on a grand scale. I'm no martyr. I'm no prophet. I have no real words of advice to make the world better. But the tiny little corner of my world, the people who I meet and who need someone to make them feel better, that's my job. That's why I'm here.
At first, I felt this wonderful sense of peace in knowing that I had a purpose in this life. It wasn't all about me anymore. I was here for other people. To help and to heal their spirits. To take on their pain when they couldn't do it anymore.
But then I started to feel this overwhelming sense of loss. That's when the pain started. I was missing something. And I realized that what I was missing was my home. My real home. Not this earthly place, but the place where my soul actually belonged. I wanted to go home.
Everyone might think of angels as being purity and light and peacefulness. But angels are sad creatures. No one calls on us unless they're desperate and in pain or scared or hopeless. And we take that from them, and keep it for ourselves. That's what I do every day of my life. And most of the friends I make, they come to me in crisis and I make it better. And then they move on, leaving me with their pain. Alone. Abandoned. It happens all the time.
And recently, I've been feeling the loss of several people in my life. People who mattered a great deal to me, yet, for reasons out of my control, they've moved on from me. I'd served my purpose with them, and they all no longer feel a need for my friendship. And it happened all at once. One right after the other. Gone. Just like that. And I knew it was coming too. I sensed it before it happened.
But this is how my life works. People come to me in desperation. And once I've managed to heal them, they float away just as quickly as they came. In my heart, I should be fulfilled in the knowledge that I actually did a good thing. I did the work I was sent here to do. But my human heart breaks easily. Why must everyone leave me when my work is done?
I think that this is why I attract such negativity to my life. Happy, fulfilled, well adjusted people have no need for me. It's the broken ones. The ones who are clinging to their last shred of hope. They seek me out. I don't look for them. They find me. And in the course of helping them and offering my friendship, I get attached. But they don't. They take what they need and then they leave.
This is why it's so difficult for me to open myself up to people sometimes. I have this overwhelming fear that everyone is going to leave me when I've served my purpose. After all, my history proves this to be true. Everyone walks away from me saying I'm a great friend and a wonderful person, yet they never look back. I become a pleasant memory to them, while I'm sitting there feeling the loss of yet another person in my life.
I worry every single day that my girlfriend will be next. I feel in my heart that she's different. She's not using me. She's not broken and desperate. But she was. Once upon a time, before we met, she was. She was sad inside and lost and so very lonely. And then I came along and her world was bright again. She's said more than once that I've saved her and that I came into her life just when she wanted to give up hope.
What if I've done my job again? What if she wakes up one day and realizes that now that she's better, she can move on? My heart tells me that's a lie. Because she loves me. If she leaves, she'll be alone again. And sad. So she won't do it. She says she won't do it. And I am trying so hard to believe her. But I'm scared of it happening anyway.
The only comfort I have in this is that she's just like me. I think I'm not the only angel walking around this earth. I think she's one too. People have called her that. And she has the same history of people coming to her for help and healing, and then flittering away into oblivion once they're better. Everyone leaves her. But I'm not going to be one of them. And I hope she won't be one of the ones who leaves me too.
I've made so many mistakes in this life. I spent a long time medicating myself with drugs and alcohol, to ease the pain and the fear I carried inside of me. And the loneliness. I never felt as if I belonged here in this world. I always knew I was supposed to be someplace else. And when I would take pills, I'd feel heaven. It was like being home again.
When I was high, not only were my emotions buried away, but I could no longer feel anyone else's emotions either. The empathy was gone. I didn't hear anyone asking for help. I was free. And times like this, I'm so tempted to go back. Just a few pills and all this pain will go away. No more loss. No more longing to go home.
I wrote a post before about wanting to dive off a cliff into the ocean. I knew if I did that, my soul would fly upwards before my body even hit the water. I'd be free at last. This body doesn't belong to me anyway. It's borrowed. And sometimes it feels too small and confined. Sometimes I just want out of it.
I know I can't do that though. If I do that, it's just another failure I've made as a person. I'm living two lives. I'm angel struggling to help people and make their lives better. But I'm also a person, and I have my own life, and I need to learn how to make that better for myself. I'm trying.
But the loss....it's just so great sometimes. For once, I'd like to make some ties to this earth and the people on it, so I don't feel such a need to escape this body and go back home. I need someone to keep me here. I need someone to anchor my soul here so it doesn't threaten to fly upwards back where it came from.
I hope I've found that in my girlfriend. I feel like I have. I just have to trust that she won't leave me like the others. But it's so hard. I don't want history to repeat itself again. For once, just once, I want someone to stay with me. I want someone to comfort me. I want someone to take my pain. But in the end, I won't fly away. I'll stay. And together we can help each other. Forever.
That's what I want...I just want a reason to stay.
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