I asked myself how much more I could take. Clearly God knows there exists a strength in me that I was previously unaware of. Not wanting to numb the emotions means electively choosing to feel all the hurt, the pain, the brokenness. And then it means constantly telling myself that I am strong enough to handle the hurt, fortuitous enough to endure the pain, and not broken but human. Then…I write. Because I couldn’t breathe if it weren’t for writing. It’s how I know what my tears are saying or what energy exists within my thoughts. I was thinking about writing when I came across GG’s blog this morning which opened with a quote
“A writer – and, I believe, all persons – must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource. All things have been given to us for a purpose, and an artist must feel this more intensely. All that happens to us, including our misfortunes, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.” ~Jorge Luis Borges
This is when we most need our own compassion and we need to believe that everything we go through is survivable by choosing moment to moment to moment to keep breathingand keep going. We can’t go around it, we have to go through it.
Feelings demand to be felt. Explore them and find the words to describe them. At first for yourself, and then for others. There is purpose in making art with your troubles and sharing the wisdom you gain.
Always stay true to loving yourself and being brave with your story no matter what is going on.