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My Mending Wall

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So many times I have written about the wrongs that have been done to me by the hand or words of someone else.  The pain cuts like the bitter cold wind on a blustery day until I feel it piercing through my skin to my very core.  Sometimes I cannot let it go for it swirls around and around in my head until I am fixated.  The obsession eases me into a great depression where I linger for days.  There I stay, wallowing in my self-pity, for the pain weighs me down.

In my sick and twisted mind, by doing this I think I am facing my fears, facing my pain, facing my past.  I am not.  I am simply marinating in shame and hurtfulness that was created by someone else long ago.  The key words to snap me out of this dangerous line of thinking should be…

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Categories: Effect of invisible (hidden) disability on relationship

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