I need to make my life my own again. I keep falling into the same projection. If anything is real, it will present itself. I am in no way God. I control none of this. I just have some simple special visions that I let take over me. I felt love from many directions and projected it all onto one subject. It’s easier when things aren’t real. I am unable to give love back because I can’t accept it. I am learning to accept it. I am not hiding. I am done being on display for my projection. Until I can get a grip on the illusion and the reality, and learn to live for myself, I am not going to participate in the charade of validation when it is truly for one person, my projection, that is not a real person, nor will ever be.
let me weep in peace without categorizing my depression, dear God.