Anger, Anxiety/Depression, Poetry

Exhaustion

Approximate reading time: 6 min

Written 14th of April 2021

I’m exhausted!

I’m exhausted!

I’m so fucking tired

My defences are shot

I feel so completely wired

No safety, no containment

just over-sensitivity

I’m so fucking exhausted

of people’s opinions hurting me

I get it!

I know…

 I give them that power

I’m the one who’s

the fucking orchid flower

I got judged quite badly

in a CI session today

I got so over emotional

I couldn’t even stay

When I’m triggered

I run away like a small child

all my internal voices

 are screaming like wild

The hurt wasn’t intentional

I do realise that

But that still didn’t stop

the pain of the cut

Apologies were made

(I SHOULD move on)

But I can’t stop crying

 I just don’t feel very strong

I hate having to open up

And continually share

with people that I feel

no genuine connection or care

It’s like walking on coals

 constantly fearful of being burnt

I feel like this lesson’s

been a million times learnt….

Not everyone will understand you

or where you are now

always be careful of who you allow…

“Protect your heart

be watchful with who you share

Don’t simply trust

and lay your heart bare

But the core of this CI course

is emotional agility

opening your heart

embracing vulnerability

So I really don’t know

where to go to, from here

right now I don’t have

the strength to endure

I just want to quit…

throw my hands in the air…

This poem is my attempt

to elicit some self-care

*****

And you judge me?

Ok now I admit it

FUCK IT I’m feeling pissed

This is not the first time

I have felt judged like this

I need to write more about

 what happened today

“9 years of therapy?

And you’re still not OK?”

In fairness, it wasn’t directed

 straight at me

just using ‘me’ as the example

for others to see….

See therapy doesn’t work

there is something very wrong…

If people have to ‘rely’ on a therapist

for so long”

I’ll be honest this isn’t the first time I’ve been told

my therapy is a crutch

 (People are quite bold)

Happy to insinuate that therapy is weak

Surely, I should be able to stand alone

(so, to speak)

Of course, this is often sprouted

As people stand

With a cigarette in their lips

or a drink in their hand

I mean it’s ok to be hooked in

 and rely on stuff like that

but spending money on emotional support…

“Oh no that’s just crap!!?”

I’ve tried many crazy therapies

throughout the years

and the judgement from these people

have often left me in tears

Oh, therapy ppppfff

what’s the use of that

what I do will heal you

in less time than that!”

When that implication is made

I have learnt to walk away

My journey is not a sprint

 it’s simply about feeling ok

Trusting my own path

learning to be kind

releasing the relentless search

a desperate answer to find

I once had a coaching mentor

who often bragged that

she could coach any person/any topic

in 8 minutes flat

Now this was a woman

at the top of her field

who was insinuating she

all the answers could yield

The arrogance of that comment

floored me

(even then)

Who are you to assume what’s going on

under my skin?

Our answers never come

from an outside source

they are all within

just waiting for their voice

And sometimes what that voice

simply needs is time

(Seriously is that

such a fucking crime?)

My therapist has never

told me what to do

he simply encourages

helps me to work through….

The overwhelming feelings

that so often drown my thoughts

He models perspectives

that as a child I was never taught

He reminds me that relational trauma

 can’t be healed cognitively

it’s healed through relationship

and just learning to be

As I look through the years

at how my relational circle has grown

How I have developed deeper friendships

than I have ever known

People who love me

 who 100% have my back,

who are comfortable with my emotions

and who remind me I’m on track

I don’t think I could have found

such unconditional support

If learning to trust hadn’t been modelled

 through time slowly taught

So, for the next person that makes

a similar comment to me

this is what I will say respectfully to thee

Please do me a favour,

leave your judgment on the shelf

Perhaps look at your own vices

Why not analyse yourself?

When you are happy

certain there are none left to see

Then by all means come share your judgment with me.”