Monday, November 18, 2013

A dark place

Yes, readers, even I am not a boundless end of optimism. But I keep on keeping on, and eventually something comes to me. I've been doing a lot of thinking about life in general (thank you, therapist) and I've realized that sometimes it takes 3-4 days for my brain to really work through something especially when I've been wounded badly by something that was uncovered.

To many people, that would be the end. The loss and despair they feel would drown them in a sea so painful they could never get out of it and contemplate suicide* or other ways of ending it (perma-medication of the prescription or illegal sort) or, if you believe Supernatural (tv), find a super specialized angel to blow you to smithereens. But where I've realized my strength is that my brain needs to work its way through the bits and pieces....but it always comes out of it.

Hope is what keeps us going on the journey, and hope is something that we need to find in order to keep moving forward. Elton John once said that "Love lifts us up where we belong" except that's not exactly it - love provides a shelter and a trampoline to bounce us back up where we can hope for the future and make life better, no matter what the circumstances.

So with that, my thanks today is that my brain can stumble through these realizations, and that I can keep moving forward, and that I have my love and my hope to keep going.

*If you are in a place like this, don't let your journey end. In the US, call 1-800-273-8255 and get through it. Because your journey should continue to find your hope and healing.
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