I am sorry for hurting anyone I have, I never did anything with a second thought that I was doing something that would cause pain. I was so into my own and I did not even realize I had so much of it myself. Pain that I held in about repeated terrible acts as a child I never knew about and never told just let it slip into a secured place that I never unlocked in my brain for decades.
I am sorry that I work so hard at helping everyone, hurting for everyone else and trying to fix everything for everyone when I have no control over anyone else's destiny but I feel other's pain so deeply and understand it without them saying many words. I just try to do anything to stop the dam from breaking and their pain drowning them, I am sorry for their pain and I am sorry that my own concern for everyone has caused me so much more in return.
I am sorry that I am so mad at feeling so tricked and don't know who to be mad at so I am just mad sometimes with no place safe to go with it because even in my own home, I am not alone and not allowed to say or do anything but what is "right" and doesn't upset anyone else. When I do I am accused of it being a result from something other than what it is and what it would be for anyone else BUT me, emotions. Pent up and maybe too much for the event but if there are 50 events that a person doesn't allow herself to say and nobody else wants her to because then it's like a massive let down, everyone panics and nobody knows what to do.
I am sorry I enabled it all and I am sorry that I carried the relentless loads of weight for everyone and coming in any direction and never even knew the sad truth of how much mine weighed, how much pressure I had and how low on the needs to be fixed pole my own stuff was, last and forgotten, almost. I am sorry I wasted so much of my life and sorry I will never get that back.
I am sorry I was born with a brain that is far from dumb and far, so far from peaceful and thankful that I mastered the art of dealing and coping with so much heavy stuff and yet nobody but me knew it and my suffering in silence because I can maintain a solid front and focus when most anything happens. But I am sorry for how much I feel and know and that I can't hold as much of it in anymore.
I am tired, I am sorry. I will always listen and try to help everyone because I can't switch off empathy or my ability to feel. I am so sorry that if it's too much and I know I don't have the energy to handle someone else's burden or the ability to "fix" it or them. I hurt me as well as the person I am trying to do it for because I am blocking their path to growth and those lessons will keep coming at them because I interfere and sometimes just handle stuff and they haven't even asked or knew I did it. It sounds so "nice" but in hindsight it feels bad.
I will always be okay I know and known that forever. I also know that with me as the net so will my loved ones.
So, I am sorry to me for kicking the crap out of myself for any mistake and when I made a big one that caused me to reek havoc on myself and still feel so much guilt because of it that I torture me for longer than I should and expect way too much. I would never expect as much from anyone else and I would never allow someone to do to themselves what I do to myself for just being human and maybe making a huge mistake but one that I learned from, made up for as much as possible, would not repeat and pray for them and forgiveness every morning and night. I have to let it go it eats me alive and I say nothing, as usual, to anyone and as time passes I always am grateful for my ability and faith that gets me through it all, alone, for the most part.
I am grateful I can take care of myself and heal, but sorry that this time with this much sadness around me for so long and causing some for the first time in my life, I am okay but sorry for being sad and guilty. I can't do anything differently to take it away or from anyone, time will be the Ms, Fix-It for us.
Now, we are hairline fractures when it used to be broken or crumbled souls. It's never going to look the same but we've molded it and us into that and that is pretty lucky and great.
I am just sorry for being the thread that unravelled and changed everyone because too much weight and the thread thinned and broke a hole that was the steel blanket that finally became an crocheted one.
I am sorry I am not steel but I don't want to be but I will keep you guys warm anyway. I am sorry I hate nights.