I Wanna Be Sedated ...

Do you ever feel invisible? Like there is a whole lotta stuff going
on around you, but no one sees you or wants your input? I've been
struggling with that feeling for a few days now. Don't know why. No reason
... every reason? WTF is going on anyway?

I'm naturally a quite and shy girl. What has that ever gotten me? People that think that I'm stuck up. People treating me like I don't exist. People not understanding me. People that are nice to me one minute, then take advantage the next. It's really disappointing ... life ... sometimes. I just want to be included, even if I am on the quiet side. Being quiet and shy doesn't mean that I don't have feelings. In fact, I'm sooo introverted sometimes that I think I may have more feelings than most. Too much time to think and rethink things.

I want to leave you with a quote that is close to my heart, especially recently:

“I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.” ~ Virginia Satir

Smiles,
Angie