This last weekend was all sorts of messed up. I am not going to go into detail but suffice to say the crazy level has gotten too high for me to ignore. I’ve been so desensitized by all the things that have happened in my life that almost nothing shocks me anymore. That isn’t necessarily a good thing. I shrug off things that most people think are highly inappropriate because I’ve learned not to let them touch me. If I don’t care it can’t hurt me right?
Problem is, my ability to endure unhealthy situations allows me to let situations go on longer than they should. I’ve faced so much confrontation that sometimes it’s just easier to hide, or run. I always want to help others, even to my own detriment, and if you couple that with my tolerance my kindness often gets mistaken for weakness. I don’t want to feel like I destroyed someone else’s life, or brought them harm, but when it’s killing me to accommodate them I have to harden my heart and walk away. I have a feeling I haven’t quite hit the darkest hour yet, but hopefully the light at the end of the tunnel is just around the corner.