It sometimes feels as though we have reached a breaking point. Fortunately, or unfortunately, there actually is no breaking point. We are all capable of going through everything, and more.
That said, going through hell for someone doesn't mean you love them, not always. Being there for someone we care about is a natural instinct. It is an important part of any relationship-reliability. We love the people we can count on, and we can count on the people we love.
What happens then, when the person you love puts you through hell again and again? So many times, I've allowed mistreatment in the name of love. I was wrong. That game has ended.
I have decided that actions speak louder than words, and like they say, an apology without a change in behavior is just manipulation. I'm not willing to be manipulated anymore. If someone truly cares about me, they would DO anything to keep from hurting me, just as I would do anything to spare them pain.
In a situation in which I repeatedly have to hear an excuse, or an apology, I am bowing out. If a person's actions show that they don't care about others, well, that's the truth, no matter how pretty the words are that they use to try to salvage it.
I have close friends going through an excruciatingly hard time right now, and I'm so very happy about it. Why? Because the hard time is an action toward a better future for them. There are no excuses, there are no apologies, just the raw pain of recovery.
My friend told me her life was broken. Maybe so, but it's definitely a good thing. I told her that a doctor has to re-break bones sometimes to set them to ensure that they heal properly. It seems wrong and painful, but it is the way to healing.
I'm excited about the pain I'm going through right now. I'm in the middle of something very difficult in my life, and I couldn't be more thrilled about it. I cry a lot, and my headaches and stress are off the charts, but it's a step in the right direction and I'm OK with this broken time because it will lead to better things.
I've given up pretending that I'm always whole. Sometimes I'm broken. My strong foundation and solid core give me the peace of mind that I will use this break to heal stronger and better than before.
I know I'm going to be just fine, and my friends are going to be just fine, and we will all come out much better for having endured this time of turbulence. We are the lucky ones. It's the people who pretend everything is fine and avoid being broken that you have to worry about. The smiles that hide a shattered soul. There is no path to recovery that doesn't include suffering, honesty, and breaking.
I'm breaking right now, as are all of the lucky ones. Demolishing old and damaged structures to make room for new beautiful lives. So no, I'm not fine... But I will be. I'm grateful for my willingness to break and rebuild and grow. I may not have a smile on my face, but inside I'm smiling because I know that the best is yet to come.
That said, going through hell for someone doesn't mean you love them, not always. Being there for someone we care about is a natural instinct. It is an important part of any relationship-reliability. We love the people we can count on, and we can count on the people we love.
What happens then, when the person you love puts you through hell again and again? So many times, I've allowed mistreatment in the name of love. I was wrong. That game has ended.
I have decided that actions speak louder than words, and like they say, an apology without a change in behavior is just manipulation. I'm not willing to be manipulated anymore. If someone truly cares about me, they would DO anything to keep from hurting me, just as I would do anything to spare them pain.
In a situation in which I repeatedly have to hear an excuse, or an apology, I am bowing out. If a person's actions show that they don't care about others, well, that's the truth, no matter how pretty the words are that they use to try to salvage it.
I have close friends going through an excruciatingly hard time right now, and I'm so very happy about it. Why? Because the hard time is an action toward a better future for them. There are no excuses, there are no apologies, just the raw pain of recovery.
My friend told me her life was broken. Maybe so, but it's definitely a good thing. I told her that a doctor has to re-break bones sometimes to set them to ensure that they heal properly. It seems wrong and painful, but it is the way to healing.
I'm excited about the pain I'm going through right now. I'm in the middle of something very difficult in my life, and I couldn't be more thrilled about it. I cry a lot, and my headaches and stress are off the charts, but it's a step in the right direction and I'm OK with this broken time because it will lead to better things.
I've given up pretending that I'm always whole. Sometimes I'm broken. My strong foundation and solid core give me the peace of mind that I will use this break to heal stronger and better than before.
I know I'm going to be just fine, and my friends are going to be just fine, and we will all come out much better for having endured this time of turbulence. We are the lucky ones. It's the people who pretend everything is fine and avoid being broken that you have to worry about. The smiles that hide a shattered soul. There is no path to recovery that doesn't include suffering, honesty, and breaking.
I'm breaking right now, as are all of the lucky ones. Demolishing old and damaged structures to make room for new beautiful lives. So no, I'm not fine... But I will be. I'm grateful for my willingness to break and rebuild and grow. I may not have a smile on my face, but inside I'm smiling because I know that the best is yet to come.
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