I feel like I was never given the tools to survive. I feel short-changed and ill-equipped to handle life. In many ways I still feel like a child. I want my Mom. I want to crawl into bed and pull the covers up over myself. I want to crawl under a desk or table and curl into a ball. I want to shut out the world. I want to find peace. All I can find lately is turmoil.
Why am I not like everyone else? What makes them able to survive? How did they get the tools they needed? Why didn't I get any? Where can I get some?
I don't know what direction to turn. There isn't a Home Depot for survival tools. Those tools were passed out to the class on a day I was absent. I never got the make-up test. I think my parents excused me to go sit in the library instead.
Is that what it is? Is that what all of the other kids got at the Christmas party? While I sat in the library, the survival tools were passed out. Yeah. I think maybe that's what happened.
Now they are all grown up and functioning normally. I grew up too, but I don't function well at all. Sometimes I can hide it and make do. It's like using a dime to remove a screw instead of a screwdriver. It's not efficient, but eventually it gets the job done, and usually nobody is the wiser.
But then sometimes they catch you pounding in a nail with your shoe, and then it is very apparent that you don't have the tools. It is hard to deny. You can't hide it anymore. You can't do anything but break down and cry.
Tammy