I Am Seeking Inner Peace

Those harsh words said to me pierced my soul, crushed all that I worked hard for to get myself back up again. My story, my journey that I tell time and time and time again is a way I heal piece by piece. I tell them repeatedly like a broken record so that I become tired of it. And the day I get tired of my story is the day I know I don’t give a hoot about it. But it bothers me still and so I say and say and say. To others, it is a whine, a complaint, an attention seeking behaviour or me playing the victim card. But don’t you see it is just me reaching out for help or an empathetic ear?

If someone chose to heal by keeping it all in, by all means I respect that. But you can’t put a person down who chose another way or another way or another way.

So I’ll keep saying and saying and saying.