How easy it would be to escape into the delusions of grandeur that once filled my mind. No more worries about the world, bills, commutes. No more awareness about that type of stuff. I suppose there would be less tension in my entire existence. To literally sit and be delusional all day would certainly be easier to manage.
Why not escape into the simple existence? Hubby and my two sons. I couldn’t stand to leave them. Though I would be in the house with them, I certainly wouldn’t be fully with them. I would miss my sons growing up, their discoveries about the world and life. I would miss the heartaches that they are beginning to learn. The injustices (big and small), the fading of childhood beliefs, the challenges to faith. Those experiences hurt and I could drift through them without a clue, but what would I be doing for my sons? What would I be teaching them?
I just wish there didn’t have to be secrets. Intrigues. I wish stigma could be washed away. It would be easier to manage and life with each person’s own situation-whatever each person faces stigma for…wipe the stigma all away.
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