“Help,” I thought, looking around to others, “I need a tourniquet. Can’t you see my friend is dying?” But as I search the familiar faces around me, I realize they are all bleeding out in their grief. There isn’t enough triage in the world to save you from this pain.
Paint your walls with forgiveness -- a universal color that truly does make your soul much bigger, as it allows room for others to fulfill your life with their own wisdom. Fill the plumbing with grace -- not just for those who have hurt you, but for yourself.
You will scream and cry from the agony it causes you. You think you may die as you feel your world being turned inside out from the exposure of your authentic self. You will grasp at anything nearby, screaming profanities, red-eyed and sweating. You will wish to be numbed with the hardest drugs ...
My hands were drenched in the fluids of my mother’s broken body, while my mind was further tortured by the twisted funhouse world of my grandmother’s creation. I was in the center of toxicity without a hazmat suit.