Couples Who Talk

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 “long ago”…