I don’t have dreams, at least, not in the way you will think of. At night when I sleep, I just sleep. No dreaming involved. However, during the day, I do dream. During the day I will let myself daydream about anything and everything. One thing I do is, I make stories in my head, stories that will last for a long time so I can keep going back to them over, and over, and over. I…I use daydreaming to get myself away from my own brain when things aren’t going well. In a sense, I use it like I use books, as a sort of portal to try and get away from whatever is going on around me because no matter how bad it is or how bad it will become, I can always get my head away from it if I try. I can always find my way out of that, away from it and I am very very grateful to myself for that.
But I don’t try. 99% of the time when I know I should, I don’t try to get away because I don’t want to. I don’t try to get away because, in a way, I always hope maybe they will understand that they are wrong. Maybe, in a way, I hope by showing them, hey, this is who I am and I am proud of it, I am happy with it, that they would stop. Now I know that that won’t ever happen. They push me around because they know I will react. They push re around because they like seeing the pain in my eyes, the…the terrified fear in me that they all see because it is there. I am terrified to try and get close to people because I know I will just push them away and I…I’m so frightened of that. Because when I am close to a person it’s because I reached out. Not because they did. So when they turn me away, or reject me, or push and shove and are cruel, it hurts so bad. So I stopped trying because I thought…I guess I thought if I wasn’t close to anyone they couldn’t hurt me. No, that isn’t the truth.
That’s what I spent too long telling myself. The truth is this. People I am close to get bullied just because they are my friends. They get picked on to torment me. And I know that and I know they might not blame me but…I do. I blame myself for their pain because it is my fault. So I close myself off. And I don’t let people in because, if they lost something like I did, if they lost their freedom of being happy, I would suffer. And I know some wouldn’t care. I know some people would still want to help me. But I can’t, and wont, be able to take it because to help me in our little world of school means being bullied and mocked so…so they might want to reach out a hand into this raging sea, but I can’t take it. If I were to, I would feel their pain and I have enough pain. I’ve…I’ve caused enough pain. And, no matter how hard I try, I can’t open those doors I have sealed on my heart and my soul. Because I know. I know I don’t truly try because I am not ready to face what I will see. But I’m also terrified I never will be. I am terrified I will never be able to let people in to see who I am because I am too scared of hurting them. And maybe…Maybe I don’t want them to see my pain. Maybe I’m terrified if they saw how badly my soul is broken, they wouldn’t care. They wouldn’t want me.
So I close my eyes, put my head in my hands, and I cry. I cry for what I had and the fact I know I won’t ever get it back. I know I can’t ever be the little kid playing with their friends, joking, having fun because my soul…my soul has been torn to a thousand pieces. In the truest sense of the word child, I haven’t been a child for a very long time. In the truest sense I grew up a long time ago. In the truest sense I grew up when I had to learn how to take care of myself in school. I had to learn how to defend myself. And, slowly, I did. It almost…became my trade. And I learned it well. Too well. I learned it so well I reacted to everything and I can’t control it. So now I am unlearning. No, not that. I am not unlearning how to defend myself. I am learning how to hold that, how to use it and still be kind, how to use it and not be standoffish. And it isn’t easy. But I know that I have to take small steps, small tiny steps so I can, one day, not have to take steps towards that anymore. So, one day, I can take steps towards something else, even if I don’t know what that something will be. So I will hold my head up, and I will wait for the day when my heart and my soul can open, even a little bit, just to let a flicker of light in. I used to think I needed that light because I had lost my hope. I was praying that tiny flicker of light in my soul could give me that. But I’d never lost it. I never lost my hope even when it became buried and hidden, it was there when I looked for it and I am so, so glad it is. Because right now I don’t get hope from other people I have to get it from myself. Right now I am running on my own hope, as weak as it is, because I get it. I will always hope for better days but right now I can live with these days. Right now I can hold my head up and LIVE. And I will. And maybe, one day soon, I won’t be terrified to have people care.