It is hard to stand in our space around the perpetrators of our pasts. The internet tells us to avoid all “triggers.” That we should live in perfect bubbles. But isolation does not beget health, and there are attachments worth having. So I go to the weddings of innocents. I support and love them as they support and love me. And I avoid the bone breaker’s attempt at connection and touch. Self-help has not yet dissipated his anger. And I ignore the ally of the emotionally broken, who asks everyone else what my problem is with the man who made me small. He has gone the other way choosing blindness. And I am cordial to the ones who buried their experiences so far down they cannot fathom mine, or perhaps their time in our past was not as hard as mine. It is not mine to determine their healthfulness.
It is hard to stand in our space around the perpetrators of our pasts.
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