Like so many, I have tried to be invisible. I feared telling others about my past because I don't have the scars that people can physically see. I carry scars deep within. In fact, many are still open wounds that have yet to become healed scars.
I began sharing my story when I reached a point that where my life was at stake. I reached out for help... And met mixed reactions. Those who knew nothing about it made light of the situationa and even accused me of doing it for attention. Fortunately, I met with far more who understood enough to offer their support rather than their judgment.
Regardless of the reactions, I began to feel free. I no longer had a deep, dark secret. I had a story worth revealing. I found that little girl who loved life and people. I found the creative and happy part of me. And I began to heal.
I am not invisible, even though the scars are. I challenge you to tell your story. Speak it here. Talk to a few trusted friends or family members. Shout it from the rooftops if you need to. Never let anyone diminish the pain you suffer. You are not invisible. You are special and wonderful. You are loved and deserved to be loved with a love that never hurts.
May God bless you tonight and always.
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