Have you ever thought you'd bested some of your greatest fears or weaknesses or flaws or hurts only to have them jump out of a closet at you? Um, figuratively, people. In case you know my fear of closets...the Jabberwocky didn't jump out and grab me last night. Breath easy.
I'm starting to realize that those fears or hurts don't ever leave totally. If you've read this post you know that I believe that we're changed by our experiences. However, changed does not equal being forever damaged. We still have the ability and wherewithal to choose to be different and not be defined by what others have done to us. Even when those actions have directed our steps. It has to be a conscious decision to take the experience and use it for what we need, though.
It's not always easy to do, recognize truth in the face of so many lies and twisted words that we tell ourselves. I had to remember this recently and slam that closet door shut again. I gain strength every time I need to heft myself against that door and it's still rusty hinges. Now if I could only find some proverbial WD-40...
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Awn - Fears have a way of creaping back in... I know. Jus last night - I was looking at pictures of people who are adults with WHS and almost had a panic attack. What if our life is like this? What if its not? I'll be praying you can slay (at least temporarily) your demons and maybe I will slay mine.
ReplyDeleteLoved reading this post. I've been slamming the closet door shut so much lately I think my bicep is going to start looking like a man's.
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