Learning To Let Go

I loved drifting in and out of sleep to the sound of the rain this morning. Sometimes we forget the simple joys of life, but I'm choosing to acknowledge them as much every day as I can.

There were moments of hurt this week, glimpses of the pain that can feel overwhelming at times. I'm often accused of taking everything too much to heart. I do, but I guess I never thought that was a bad thing. It is only a bad thing when the person that accuses you of this has hurt your feelings. Again, I can choose to let it go, or dwell in the hurt, and I chose to let it go. I can't always make sense of how others see things, I can't always make them see my point of view, but I can state my case now without fear that the person will stop loving me or think badly of me. I tend to take things personally, and can sometimes twist the words to mean something that the other person did not even mean in the first place. In this case, I'm referring to my post about Stockholm Syndrome, and the boy "liking" the abuse. When they said that, I took it to mean that they also thought I enjoyed being raped, when in fact they admitted that what they said was thoughtless, and didn't think that I would take it that way. I'm sensitive to the subject matter, and passionate about how sexual abuse can be misunderstood by so many people. I want to educate, and that is what we try to do at the blog that was started by myself and three other friends who have also suffered from trauma. It is a place for all survivors of trauma to speak out about their experiences. If you would like to participate, go to Cycle Of Healing.