Messy Attachments
It is much less messy to try to change people’s minds than to tend to their wounded hearts.[via The Heresy]
It was dark. I remember that much. Beyond that, I can't recall the specifics of my surroundings. I was driving home from work. Tears were streaming down my face. Broken dreams and losses of things closest to my heart piled up. I felt homeless, helpless and hopeless. That's when I heard it.[via A Voice of Hope]
A whisper....I know they meant well. They thought what I needed was a good "encouraging" rebuke; the kind that says, "I know you're hurting but, really, Lu, it's not about you. Others are hurting too and you should be out there bringing them comfort..." Well meaning. Served with a pinch of truth.
But I didn't believe the rest of it anymore. I don't believe "its not about me." It is....
What better way to hurt someone, to cause them immense pain and grief, than to turn the one they adore against them. It's even better than killing the loved one. Especially in this case.
It's weird how a simple, spoken phrase can take you clean back twenty-four years, against your will. Forget the present context- it doesn't matter....It is now I who functions as the irrational, crazy dry drunk.[via Been There...Still There]
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