I feel like I should be it, but I’m not.
I feel like it surrounds me, but my walls are up and I still can’t break through to let it in.
Intellectual capability and emotional intelligence are on vastly different ends of the spectrum. I know what it is supposed to look like, can spout off a hundred synonyms for it, but being it? Not a clue.
Just when I think I have the hang of it. As I begin to believe it isn’t a myth made in the minds of idyllic youth,
I’m back down again. Withdraw, isolate, give in to the depression as it rolls in like fog in the night.
Those who have it live wholeheartedly, says Brené Brown (aka #VulnerabilityTED). To live wholeheartedly is to truly believe you are loved and are worthy of love.
I am neither. I am neither. I am neither.
Except I am loved; this I know. I still don’t have it.
Maybe I’m scared of it. Maybe I need to face the fact that I don’t feel worthy of it. Then I can figure out how to move forward. I’ve been trying to dismiss the idea every time it comes up as a thought. Bad thoughts *swat* dead like a fly. I’ve gotten pretty good at turning them off when I notice them. Or I rationalize, logic, etc. etc. my way around the thought until it’s my bitch and I can stop thinking about it for a while.
But that I’m not worthy of it? I mean, that kind of makes sense. As for how that makes me feel? Not a clue.