Death. It's Not What You May Think – Someone Else
/deTH/-noun- the action or fact of dying or being killed; the end of life[wpvideo QpwuFISr]I remember thinking to myself, “Where am I?”Because I didn’t even recognize my own life.When I was sixteen years old the darkness became too much and I shared the dark cycle I had fallen victim to for three years. Though my world started to turn around and the truth became a reality, I still felt dark inside. My innermost thoughts were completely dead.I died.But I was still breathing.
Unforgiveness will kill you even if you are still breathing.
My story is one full of breath-taking victories, but also plagued with heart-breaking defeats. I have entered in to a journey that started when I was a thirteen year old with nothing else on my mind than Pre-Algebra. When I was thirteen years old, a cycle of sexual and psychological abuse started that would not stop for three years. My world became a dark place where I tried to find anything I could to fill it with some sort of light, but every light I found could not penetrate the darkness.When I was sixteen years old the darkness became too much and I shared the dark cycle I had fallen victim to for three years. Though my world started to turn around and the truth became a reality, I still felt dark inside. My innermost thoughts were completely dead.I was stuck with the daunting task of forgiving the person that had completely destroyed my life. How in the world do I forgive this person that had caused me so much pain for years? This struggle haunted me for years as I tried to grasp enough hope to think about forgiving. I did not think to forgive because I did not think I would live long enough to forgive the person. Somehow, I knew I needed to forgive her. I knew it was what I needed to do to move on.
Not forgiving someone is letting him or her live rent free in your mind.
Every time you hold on to the hurt and pain someone inflicted on you, you begin down a path that will lead to your death. I got to the point that I held on to the pain so much that the pain became a comfort to me. Trying to move forward ripped me out of the comfort, but at the same time not moving forward was sucking the life out of me day-by-day.
It became a decision to die or forgive.
What hurt have you held on to so deeply that it has become a comfort to live in it? What person is living rent free in your mind?Do not let it kill you.Live again.Join me and Around the Table, March 25 for the final installment of, “Death. It is not what you may think.” Enter on a journey towards life and not death. Walk with me as I share my story of betrayal, abuse, and ultimately forgiveness.
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