Polished Abuse

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I’m staring at this damn cursor again after another night of vivid dreams. It seems like my life has turned into a merry-go-round of living the same bad dream over and over again. And just when I think I’m about to finally finish this ride, there I go spinning around again. When I look out the social media window, I can see seemingly perfect families having the most perfect time. Loving couples on perfect vacations in the most exotic places. Never realizing that most are living these scripted lives that are so micro-managed and planned to a tee.

I’ve come to a point in my life where I was forced to stop micro-managing my every move. Forced to make time to slow down and rest when I needed to, thereby allowing myself to explore my imagination to my heart’s content. Still when I look out that window, I see loved ones forced to continue to dive through hoops. In this never ending cycles of “polished abuse” just to please another’s desires. Where they speak one thing but do something completely different. My heart goes out to those people forced to live like that; seemingly left without a choice.

Unfortunately I can’t offer any set solution. There’s the choice to run but running is offered to those who are physically abused, not so much for those in seemingly idealistic situations. Those mentally abused with cold hard words or Jekyll and Hyde mood swings. One could hope the abuser would get some help, but then you’re only fueling their need for attention. I’m not sure what got me on this subject other than watching a close friends suffer wishing I had an answer. So be as supportive as much as you can. Offer them a moment of relief. Let them know you are with them all the way.