Introspection — what better way to start a week.
A thought to ponder: When you’re taught evil, why would you know good?
I grew up in a house filled with destruction. The only good thing in that house was the thought that one day I could leave it. When that day came, I left with — OF COURSE, another abuser.
Why?
Because truly I didn’t know any better. It’s a sad thing to look back on. It has taken me years to unravel the intricate web of distaster left in my soul from my parents. This is by no measure a means to blame them for my mistakes, but it is a way to unweave that mess out of me.
Healing is the process of gathering good, eliminating the bad, and looking towards the future with hope. It’s not always easy. I struggle to remain in the positive all the time. Pain can still topple me for a minute but these days I rise to the occasion of leaving it behind much faster.
When we grapple with measures to kill the pain through overeating, alcohol, drugs and the many other distractions that leave us in the wave of more damage to outselves, remember that we can learn to do better.
Life is that process. So, if at first I don’t succeed, I will try again until I do.
I think an old dog can learn new tricks!