I can see people for who they are, past their bad decisions and horrible mistakes. And even after all this pain, I don’t want it any other way.
There is so much collectivity in pain and so much isolation. But, I wonder if adults can break down.. and throw a temper tantrum at the injustice of it all.
Survivors witness and feel beneath the story... Fragmented, often locked away in an unconscious vault; we banish pain in order to survive it.
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.
We are not taught how to navigate the uncomfortable complexity of simplicity, how to be uncomfortable or embrace grief as an ally of an open heart.