Forgiveness is for the forgiver more than it is for the one being forgiven, because you’re the one who carries the weight of the hurt and the anger. You’re the one who is eaten up by it. You’re the one who remains a victim, and the one left feeling powerless and helpless.
You make me want to learn Morse code, so that if we were ever bound and gagged and held hostage, we could tap out a plan to save ourselves and everyone else,
and if the plan went wrong, I could spend the last moments of our lives looking at you and batting 'I love you' with my eyelashes over ...
Do you write to remember -- or forget? Do you write to heal -- or hurt? Do you write to teach -- or learn? Do you write to inspire -- or destroy? Do you write for you -- or me? Because you make me cry. Every damn time. But you must have cried too. I know those words have that effect on me only ...
In a room full of men, I’ll sniff out the one who’s recently been arrested or convicted for human trafficking or locked up in a mental institution. I can tell how bad his childhood was by the way he moves. Sick sense. The unhealthy, unhappy and inappropriate. These boys churn my stomach sick ...
Speaking from my own experience, and more specifically, my experience on this unusual day, I am beginning to recognize that there has been an all-out war going on inside me from an early age. This silent battle was waged by my ego against the deep wisdom embedded in my core, which knows ...
For those of us who have to 'drive' and contain a lot in our lives, it can be a sweet spot when someone else drives for a bit. Sometimes the sweet moments in life when we feel supported can counter feelings of isolation and allow some of the related fear and hurt to bubble up.
To me, healing is to walk around the world not feeling like you have a big fat open gaping wound in the middle of your body, saying 'Here I am. I have been hurt, and I am open and vulnerable to be hurt again'. It is not feeling like there is something wrong with you for having suffered what you ...
All the things I never appreciated about you
I wish I could turn back time and love them
I was so foolish, so arrogant, so self-obsessed
That I didn't take the time to get to know you
Our relationship was all about me
Like I lived with a secret
That I never took the time to unravel
You think I should just move on, or stop talking. I'm talking for all the children who don't have a voice. And all the babies who feel horrified at their own face, reflected back at them by parents who don't know how to love. And this is a prayer that every single abused child gets to have ...