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You'Ll Be Fine

How do we process pain that can’t be seen by others, and why do people keep saying their sorry when they can’t feel the pain. It’s like gettng a bruise on a finger and it seems like every couple of minutes you’re hittng it on that very painful spot again and again. Allow me to tell what that pain feels like. To put it into perspective; think about a deep feeling in your chest of crushing weight that you can’t see and a constant need to run but there’s nowhere to go and you can’t breathe anyway. That’s just when it’s under control. In the tuff moment’s there’s uncontrollable crying the feeling of drowning in a sea of deep painful feelings of loss and regret. Regret that you’ve done something to bring this upon yourself and you actually believe if you had done things different your life would be ….OK. Self-esteem….lol….what’s that? We’re crushed….. constantly thinking of things that could have been done to keep this from happening……Just come home…..I’ll forgive you……don’t go…..I’ll change……all run through your mind. The constant pleas in the night asking someone, anyone to make this pain go away, but the pain remains. Oh please make this stop….I’ll do anything…..please……...God….please help me. The truth is….it’s done. Are you perfect…no, but you most likely couldn’t have done anything to keep this from happening. The reality is you could have done everything right and still be in this pain right now. We can’t change or control the minds of others; we can only control what our choices are. So think carefully about those choices and the people they could destroy. Think about this pain and how it consumed you. Think about the others that are impacted by your choices….your kids…your family and your friends. You’ll get through this….you’ll be ….fine.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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