It’s late and I’m tired

It’s late and I’m tired.

I am so confused.

My hormones, medically altered as they are, tell me one thing.

My brain tells me something different.

My heart says yet another completely different thing.

I don’t know which one to listen to.

I don’t know which one to speak from.

I don’t know which one is right and which two are wrong.

I don’t know which one I should listen with.

So many different ways to hear things.

To read things.

To feel things.

Emotion and motivation are hard to convey in written words alone.

Yet speaking my emotions and motivations would tear me open.

Lay me flat and exposed for all to see.

Right now, in this minute of this hour, I don’t understand. I am confused.

I am trying to look at things from a different perspective.

I am trying to look at myself from another’s point of view.

And what I see is just one giant


It’s late and I’m tired.

And I don’t know what I should do.

If anything at all.

One thought on “It’s late and I’m tired

  1. MomOfRose Post author

    I try not to edit/erase posts that are VERY emotional for me, because there’s a truth in them, even if it’s not true hours later. Just like any other diary entry, that was my brain at midnight last night. Retrospect: I’m a hot mess. But that’s where I was/am. :)


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