Living real means recognizing that all of us at one time or another will mess up. We're going to be a part of the conditions that cause hurt for others.
When we feel open to talk about it… when we let the pain breathe… when we don’t feel judged and ostracized… that’s when things get a little easier.
I learned that there comes a time when being kind to another is being unkind to myself. When the hurt becomes overwhelming, we must leave.
#MeToo means we’re human. We’re all full of confusion and delusion and fear. And the more we share, the more we move through our fear.
I’m holding in my body so much anger and humiliation, and I’m lashing out at the one who hurt me. There is a real confusion in my heart as to why we found ourselves in this place. I have lost confidence in who I am and my place in the world... My shadow side is the pure expression of my hurt, ...
Forgiveness is for the forgiver more than it is for the one being forgiven, because you’re the one who carries the weight of the hurt and the anger. You’re the one who is eaten up by it. You’re the one who remains a victim, and the one left feeling powerless and helpless.
You make me want to learn Morse code, so that if we were ever bound and gagged and held hostage, we could tap out a plan to save ourselves and everyone else, and if the plan went wrong, I could spend the last moments of our lives looking at you and batting 'I love you' with my eyelashes over ...
Do you write to remember -- or forget? Do you write to heal -- or hurt? Do you write to teach -- or learn? Do you write to inspire -- or destroy? Do you write for you -- or me? Because you make me cry. Every damn time. But you must have cried too. I know those words have that effect on me only ...