Yep. Another post about lessons/metaphors about wearing my boot.
And you are saying, “Really? Enough already.” Not that you don’t care about my foot and feel bad about my injury. You just really don’t want to hear about it anymore.
AND THAT IS EXACTLY HOW IT IS WITH HEALING FROM SEXUAL ABUSE. I live with it day in and day out and most people, even though they sincerely care about me and feel bad, if they even know the extent of the trauma I have lived through, really don’t want to hear about it anymore.
But I think it is that way for everybody. You lose a family member and people rally around you during the first week during the wake and funeral and then most people go back to living their lives and you are left to figure out how to move forward, never being the same.
You lose your job and everybody feels bad and says they’ll pray for you but then days, weeks and months go by with increasing difficulty to meet expenses. And self-esteem beings to plummet and discouragement sets in. But you keep plugging away, day after day, week after week, month after month.
Your kids go off to college, or get married, or move out of state and…you get the idea.
So what is my point.
I guess my point is: Most people are wounded and we may or may not see the “injury.”
I’d like to propose we slow down and talk to people. Really listen to them. Take 10 seconds to quiet ourselves and then reach out and listen to your neighbor or call a friend that has been on your mind. I can’t count how many times I follow a prompting and send a text “Been thinking about you, can you talk?” or make a call and the other person has been so grateful.
That is how I want to live my life. No matter what I have been through, take the time to heal from my wounds so I am able to reach out and help others with theirs.
So I will take the time to do my physical therapy and apply the oils and pain creme and ice as needed so my foot gets better and be patient with myself and others as I heal.
How do you want to live your life?