Purpose

All over the Internet are advice articles on how to start your new year, how to lose weight, how to find your soul mate. I have chosen not to read most of these. Not because I already know how to do these things or that I’m already married. I have made the decision to sit down and truly think about my life. I often, well always, think I lack a purpose. I used to have faith in a higher power when I first got sober. Held onto it for quite a while. But, slowly lost it and haven’t really tried to grasp onto it again. It does cross my mind from time to time. It’s not that I don’t believe, I just haven’t reached up to pull it into my life. Is pull the wrong word? It doesn’t feel right. Maybe more like accept it into my life. Ah, acceptance. Such a challenge to me. Why do I fight it?
I feel like I’m in desperate need of guidance. I have lost my way, lost touch w myself, lost the meaning of life. I’m reading books, trolling the Internet, asking others.  Looking outside myself. Surely there is an instruction manual. There is something eating away at me. I don’t know what it is. It’s causing great discomfort in mind, body and soul. I wonder if it’s my fault. I wonder if I’m not trying hard enough. I wonder if it’s designed to question my place on this earth.
I’ve said before I want to live not merely exist. Always in survival mode. Always waiting for the demons to return. Sleeping so I don’t cry. Hide out at the park to isolate. Shut down. It’s not all the time, but a majority of the time. But enough to really bring into question: what am I doing here? What is my purpose? Do I deserve a seat at the table? Do I bring anything to this world?
I tried this exercise. Took a blank page and wrote at the top in big bold letters MY TRUE PURPOSE. I was supposed to write as many things that came to mind. Big, small, silly, serious. Anything. As you keep writing the one statement or word that makes you cry is it. Could take 2 minutes, could take an hour.  Here is what I came up with:
My purpose: to believe in myself and my worth, give of myself to others while    allowing peace and abundance to enter my life. To give up looking for answers and just be.
I don’t know if this takes big shoes or little shoes to adopt. But it felt right. And yes part of it made me cry. I do think it may take the presence of a higher power to guide me. The letting go of needing answers will be a challenge for me. It’s ironic since I never seem to find those burning answers.
I am at a place where I really need to find peace. I lay down and surrender. I feel like I’m dying. I’m tired. I’ve never been very good at asking for help. But here I am. Please help me.

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7 thoughts on “Purpose

  1. I am rooting for you. I have been in your shoes, you describe exactly how I felt. It took a long time to feel like I had a small amount of purpose, and I never thought it would happen.

    Blogging helped me shift a bit, believe it or not. Please keep writing and reaching out in real life and through here. Things change when you least expect it. Please don’t give up.

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  2. Great post. I’m experiencing the same type of feeling currently. Hopefully we both come out with answers, or become happy without. Just don’t give up yet because I’m sure you can get there. You’ve made it this far and we all believe in love. Sending all the love and happiness to you. Be strong.

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