One more “last thing” (this time on Love and Trust) I’ve realized this week…
…although obviously I really need to learn to just stop saying “this is the last thing” because inevitably there is something else I end up wanting to say. And while I’m slowly regaining my equilibrium this week, I’m not quite back to “normal” yet, so apparently either: my filter isn’t quite back in place, I want to share the things I learned because, hey, personal growth, or they’re things I want to say so much that something won’t let me rest until I actually write them out and, evidently, share them with you.
Oh, god, is this what it feels like to actually be a writer? In which case I have even more respect than I already did for you guys…
But I’ve digressed. What I wanted to say was the following:
“Love is giving someone the power to break your heart, but trusting them not to”. Yet with family, giving them that power is not a choice; although I’ll grant that it might be for some people. But for me, loving my family was never a choice – not to mention, most of the time I feel as though my family members make up little…pieces of myself. So even if I don’t love myself unconditionally (I don’t think…), how could I help but love them?
Due to these factors and more, family – whether by of blood or choice – has the power to hurt us the most, BUT they are also the best at healing that hurt. Even if the only choice you have in the matter is to trust them enough to just tell them what you’re feeling and why you’re hurting. Then you trust that, even if you might feel stupid about hurting over whatever it is you’re hurting over, it is perfectly valid to feel that way simply by virtue of the fact that it did hurt you.
Like I’ve said, apparently I can’t seem to stifle the words - be they spoken or written - this week, so this might not be the last Tumblr post today, but this is the last of this post.
