I wish there was somehow a way to process through the pains rather than burying them to resurrect another day. It feels there is no such thing is healing, merely these numbing techniques of coping.
They say it's all a matter of perspective. But the pain has left me blind and I cannot see the other side anymore.
Is there a place deep within me where this great pain cannot possibly reach? Is there a tiny space where I exist whole and unbroken, where the past has no say and the future remains unspoken? But the truth is I don't know if that's where I'd want to stay, because wouldn't that be heaven? … Continue reading june 7
I am thankful... ...thankful for the wrestling, for I have found inner strength ...thankful for the pressure, I have learned to bend ...thankful for the pain, for out of it flows true joy. In darkness you come to appreciate the light. -3.5.18
I don't want to go to bed 'cause my mind will keep me awake as my heart continues to break.
Why is it so hard to be vulnerable with others? Oh, I don't know, because vulnerability is vulnerability?! Because people can hurt you when you let your guard down? Because when you've spoken up, people don't listen? Or instead, they judge you up and down and now you have to bear the weight of their … Continue reading Vulnerable
Pain is the place where everything is fragmented. Oh, how I wish to be the glue! I'm not sure how to fix myself, I'll just try to fix you.
This post continues the themes of Strike the Root and We're more alike than different. Last night I came across more commentary about the youth taking a stand to demand gun reform. And I felt so conflicted. I find myself really wanting to support their efforts because how can you deny them? How can you get in the … Continue reading Projections of the Past
Do the pains of the past ever stop hurting? Does one ever "get over" anything? Is there a way to process something to where it never again rises up and seeks to destroy you? I go through this process every cycle and now it's just starting to feel like torture. Because it's the same old … Continue reading the pains of the past
This morning I learned that Eric Church, a musician I respect and admire, was a headlining act of the Route 91 Harvest Festival in Las Vegas, where over 50 people were killed and over 500 were injured during a mass shooting early this week. Eric Church wrote a song afterwards with haunting lyrics asking, "Why … Continue reading The Therapeutic Value of Art and Music