Have you ever missed the opportunity to give someone the love and compassion to heal? If so, you know the heartbreak that comes after your actions. I wept at the missed opportunity.
Why do people miss this chance?
I’ve learned it’s because personal experiences impact our actions and reactions towards others. And I let personal afflictions get in the way of expressing the love and compassion needed to heal. But there is hope.
When you live in an abusive situation, hope for a better life becomes diminished by anxiety. And the mental stress confuses and depresses your mind.
Suffering through abuse, you lose your sense of direction and devalue and stop loving yourself. Plagued by fear, you carry heavy burdens to where strength is non-existent.
And you face two options, flee the oppression and hope you make it out alive or continue living a depressed and miserable life.
Those of us who escape abuse don’t see hope on the horizon.
Admitting your wrong can be difficult, mostly when your own words speak the truth back to you. But being wrong is not bad if you learn a lesson.
I wrote a letter to a friend in June 2018.
I opened a saved copy yesterday to reread the contents, and the words of truth spoke to my heart. I’ve been doing the same thing, going in the wrong direction.
