downplay my hurts, because it would have been easier to believe they aren’t real. But if they aren’t real, then there is nothing real that could heal them. No water that could quench them… no life that could revive them. To deny my wounds, would also be to deny the very possibility of joy. I’ve realized that joy never comes by denying our pain or running from it. It comes from going deep into the emptiness and into those wounded parts of ourselves. Something is missing, and maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe it means we aren’t crazy for feeling so empty. It means… there is hope.
~ C Kruse
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