Home.. Circa 2016

January 1st, 2016

I always let time get the best of me.. I get too busy or I think what I have to say doesn't matter. I feel that no matter what I say or do no one will truly see the real me or the real feelings. I feel that way more than ever today. I can't get across my feelings without feeling so upset, that I push away the people who matter most. I have to stop myself and wonder am I so upset because what they are saying is true or because they don't know the real me...

It is a constant battle every time. It doesn't matter what the battle is about, but it's always there. It has been for years. When I look at myself I see a successful woman trying to make the best of the time I have here. I see myself as someone not afraid to take risks or stand up for what I believe in. I am starting to think that being that way is not okay.. I am starting to think that being this way alienates me and puts me on the battlefield with ones who are close. I don't know how to be myself around the people who have known me my whole life. I feel like I don't belong and I don't know why. Is it me? Am I the issue?

How do I become a person that they can be proud of? What do I need to do? I am not perfect, far from it. I make mistakes all the time, but I try to learn from them and be better. What if I am not being better? What if I am just going in a circle of decisions that really don't better me.

I thought moving to California would solve everything. I thought it would bring me peace to be close to my son and in a new environment. I thought this was where I belonged. I am starting to see that all I am doing is running. I am running from myself and my past. I am learning that being in California does not really mean I am close to my son. It means I am a 4 hour drive, that I can't make. I knew that coming out here, but I think in my mind I thought it would be bring me peace to be closer. All it has done is create frustration that I am so close, yet so far away. I can't just jump in my car and see him, and I knew that before I moved out here. But that doesn't make it an easier.

At the end of the day it all steams back from the day I made the decision to go the route I did, adoption. That day my fate was set. I fear I will spend the rest of my life chasing a feeling or a place that doesn't exists. I see people everyday having major life moments, having babies, getting engaged, buying homes and I feel lost. I feel like those things are not attainable for me. I feel as if I gave up the right to want those things and to let those things happen. I think I run because in my mind I have too. I am supposed to be out living my life, and I am, but at what costs. 

How do I stop chasing a place and a feeling that doesn't exist and never will. I will never be the person I was before that day, and I am okay with that. 

How do I find the peace of mind in finding home, because right now I don't know where that is or how to find it...