The whole
world shook for more than six months ….
It hadn’t
been a healthy relationship … ever, to be honest. Even though there had been glorious
moments of heartwarming joy (the children), some happy moments and some good
times.
You define happiness differently when you live with your raw nerves on the
outside and your daily companion is fear. In my case fear of state of mind of
the one I shared my life with.
One day the
explosion came. After years of seeing no way out, it suddenly didn’t matter whether
I could see it or not - out was the only way.
Hell was my
new address. For more than six months … Things went well on some parts, on
others I, still haven’t and never can, forgive myself. So much hurt in the air
around the kids … It still makes me cry …
Brave?
Oh, yes,
what I did was brave. But brave aren’t fanfares, cheers, a good gut-feeling …
it isn’t heroic as in films …
Brave?
Brave is
pushing through hell knowing there is only one direction, knowing next step
will hurt even more, and still push forward.
Brave?
Bravery is a
gray little angel that walks by your side when your hurt and despair makes you
unable to see you’re not alone!
Bravery is visible
only when looking back!
Around here
we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.
We finger paint with words.
Today, truthfull to the painfull core of myself!
I am so glad to be linked up next to you today. And Wow and WOW....your words here....so powerful and hard and beautiful and gut-wrenching. I see so much of your heart in these short little 5 minutes. Thank you for sharing them open with us.....
SvaraRaderaThank you for being so honest and sharing your story. I am so glad that you were brave!
SvaraRaderalove your words...and that image of bravery in a little gray bird. yes! ...I always find comfort in your words.
SvaraRaderaWhat beautiful words around such a raw topic. Thank you for sharing!
SvaraRaderaVilken text! en sak som jag var med om i ett dåligt läge, när molnen tyngde, så fick jag ett kort: "tänk på att alla moln inte är grå..." . bilden föreställde en lite flicka på ett fält och ovanför i skyn fanns massa moln, men molnen var i glada färger, prickiga , randiga , rutiga moln. detta minns jag fortfarande, fast det hände för typ 25 år sen. så din ängel kanske kan byta färg...
SvaraRaderaaino
aino! Jag kan inte kommentera hos dig :/
RaderaUnder "Kaveldun" skrev jag:
Vi har alltid kallat de här för cigarrer :-) Kommer ihåg när jag var barn och tog hem en ... som "exploderade" inomhus ;-) Mycket städa blev det!
Tack för dina fina uppmuntrande ord!
Många år har gått. Tiden läker inte alla sår men den ger chans till mognad och perspektiv! Tack o lov!
Tycker om bilden du förmedlade av dina färgade och mönstrade moln! :-)
Thank you for your words and sharing your brave heart. Praying for healing for you and your children as you continue to be brave.
SvaraRaderaWOW...I think that's the most powerful 5 minute post I've read today. "Bravery is a gray little angel that walks by your side when your hurt and despair makes you unable to see you’re not alone!" Love it. ))HUGS((
SvaraRaderaMy Sister! God Bless You
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