Don’t tell me “It’s Just Stuff”!
Or “It doesn’t matter anymore”!
It matters because it’s my stuff!
You can’t see how it broke me to lose
this part of the game.
I must admit to myself, to you.
I am heartbroken.
I am taking ownership.
It’s my life. It’s my loss.
It’s my cross to bear.
I know the heartsick feeling of pain,
knowing there is no going back from a decision.
I know the deep gut feeling of betrayal.
I am heartbroken, but I am not broken.
It’s just stuff after all. Yeah, right.
It’s been a rough 19 months since I lost everything I owned except for a couple items, a few clothes, and shoes. What few things I have left I want to keep and am struggling to keep. I am still trying to figure out how to get my belongings to me now.
People keep telling me to “forget it” because it’s “just stuff”.
So I wrote this for the critics. For those that have shown me no compassion, shame on you. So I couldn’t keep up with your expectations, so what. I did my very best even though it wasn’t good enough for you all. I almost died from trying to please some folks and because I wanted to keep my belongings.
So here I am on the other side of starting over. AGAIN. I survived. I know that “it’s just stuff” but it was MY STUFF. It’s personal when it’s happening to YOU! I pray it never does.