We’re two brick walls with a shared foundation
More hard headed than any other couple that you’ll come across yet always standing by each other
He is a pair of love lit warm eyes that simultaneously transfer butterflies into my stomach and a coziness into my heart
He’s a set of soft lips that send an electric current straight to my emotions and throughout my whole body
He is the gentle touch that causes my soul to smile yet take my breath away
I am a pair of earth inspired eyes offering him a place to call home
What is happiness? If you look it up in the dictionary it is defined as “a state of well-being and contentment”, or “a pleasurable or satisfying experience” according to Webster’s Dictionary. What is happy? The one definition that stands out to me is “feeling pleasure and enjoyment because of your life, situation, etc.”. Those two words are the exact reason I love to look up the meaning of words. I can have happiness in my life without ever being happy. Happiness is the experience the being of happy for a short period of time. I experience happiness on a regular basis. I felt happy when I had the chance to hold my nephew for the first time, all the times I got off the train and saw my best friend was just as excited as I was, I feel happy nearly every time my boy friend gets off work and wraps his arms around me in our bed, and I was happy when waited 3 minutes to see the pregnancy test said yes. Although I was happy at those moments they were all taken from me. One way or another I had to let go of those moments that once made me feel alright. I remember in science class teachers would always saw how our species is the most evolved out of any other species. We are so much more intelligent than any other thing on our whole entire planet. They say we should be proud of ourselves because of how far we have came, and privileged that we are human. Sometimes I wonder if they forget the cons of our species. Our feelings are much more intensified than any other species. When we are sad there is sometimes no control over that feeling. We may even tell ourselves that we deserve to be happy and that we want to stop just laying in the bed all day, but we can’t control it. I watched the documentary “Dark Fish” on Netflix, and while watching it I kind of thought maybe we are like whales in a way. Whales form an unbelievable bond with their pods. When one whale is gone it is literally like they’re in pain, like they have lost a part of themselves. That is how it is for me. When I feel someone I care about is slipping from me it is literally like I am in pain. Like this huge part of who you are who has lived in your heart is being ripped out of you, so you feel the loss in the worst way possible. It is even worse when you look at them and it is like it doesn’t even bother them. When you look in the mirror you can see in your eyes and the way your carry yourself that this pain has changed you, and that you’re not the same person. People start to notice that when you laugh your eyes no longer light up, and when you get out of bed that your outlook on yourself is no longer the same. Somewhere something changed you. Was it the pain or was it the things people have said to you. Deep down you know you’re not stupid, you know you aren’t ugly, and you know you’re worth something, but for some reason you start to believe it. When you look at that pill bottle you wonder what others would feel if you just took a few more than you usually do. You wonder if people would be sad, and then just go on with their lives. Because when you think about loosing someone who is important to you, you can’t ever imagine being ok again. You just stare at that pill bottle and keep debating if today will be the day that you go to sleep and never wake up. If today will be the day the pain and sadness ends. Then you take two and walk away, because you have always been the person ho cares more about others than you do yourself. You think maybe my mother would drink herself to death, my dad would work himself to death, my sister would feel alone, my best friend would feel betrayed, my grandparents would be disappointed, my brother would wonder if maybe he could have helped, and my boy friend would wonder how I expected him to just move on and fall in love with someone else. Even if they would be ok you can’t risk hurting the ones you love. Why can’t these feelings just go away? Why can’t I feel normal? Why am I always so confused? I just want to be high all the time, so I don’t feel anything. I just want to be okay. I feel like I only have a few people who will have my back my best friend, my sister, and sometimes my boy friend, Sadly the only one who is in close enough distance to help me is my boy friend. How do I tell my boy friend that I take pills all the time to feel ok? How do I tell him that I have nearly relapsed? That the only time I don’t take pills is when I am with him because I know how he would react. I don’t blame him. Who would wants a drug addict as a girl friend? I have to tell him. I need to stop lying to people I love, and people who love me. I’m not alright, and I need someone to help work through this.