Feeling is a solitary emotion. No one can ever feel what you feel. Empathy can only go so far. You can act one way with people but no one will ever know your inner-most thoughts. No one will ever understand your exact feelings.
Christmas time always has me feeling low. I don’t know why but I extract myself from my friends for solace, like I’ll find my purpose in life by time alone. My heart feels heavy, like it has sunk down my torso. My head gets fuzzy, too many thoughts race around. And anxiety onsets when night breaks. It feels my body is taken over but in reality, I’m just lying there motionless. But my eyes show my pain.
The eyes are the entry into our souls, only showing our true emotions to people we accept.
How many people truly touch your life? How many people really understand you? I feel misunderstood.