Beat me about the head

Why not? Why not black eyes and bruises? Why not veins laid open and scars that people can see. As it stands now, I feel as if I have been beat about the head. I can hardly see.

You see, I am trying really hard to make that stand. To take my life back. And along the way, during the past several months, well, things were pushed aside. Life passed me by. The other day I noticed these HUGE zucchini plants in my neighbor's flower beds. I don't know when they got there. I really don't. Did she plant them yesterday? Or have they been growing all along and I didn't notice until the other day? Honestly. I think life is moving along. Like it always does. And I am left here. Stuck.

When I try to unstick myself. Other's desires to stay stuck or push back...are amplified. I can't move myself. What makes others think I should be responsible for them too? I am not a mother. Not to anyone. And I Can't take the burden of having to say it all. Take control because the people I count on the most choose not to be in control. I needed them. And I have felt so alone. Now that I am trying to find myself again, I realize how left down I am by everyone around me. Didn't they see it? Or did they choose not to. Oh wait, I know! They choose to see what suited them. Even those closest to me.

I am so tired. Once again of trying to push and pull and cajole people into being on MY SIDE throughout this.