Here is what I am thinking.
I think that humanity is just difficult. Sometimes I think about our minds and our hearts and how very vulnerable and fragile they are. I am amazed that people get out of bed and shower and go to work and ect... Sometimes I don't feel like doing anything and so I don't. I fortunately and unfortunately have this luxury because of my very part-time job.
But really, lets think about this...

If we briefly skim over painful experiences, your own or of people you have heard of, in these moments we think that we will never recover. Somehow we do and honestly, sometimes the best of us don't. When we do, I wonder how much have we just pushed these torturous moments into the darkness of our minds. They are still there waiting for us. Waiting to kidnap us.

Or for the intensely sensitive human, they may quietly suffer without the notice of anyone. Maybe they compensate by using alcohol, which has been a friend to many of us. Or maybe they overeat to comfort that very hurting part of themselves, I can understand that too. And then their life becomes a cycle of judgement, regret, deep pain, and then hatred, repeat, repeat.
Who are we to judge? We push our pain to this dark place in our mind, and our world is tainted by a cloud of bitterness, and we never even realize the judgement and pain we inflict on others.

But I am glad we are resilient.

but I am amazed because sometimes I think, 'How do we get out of bed?'

I am glad we do. even when we don't want to.

and sometimes its okay that we don't.



DISCLAIMER
(I do realize that people do heal from traumatic experiences. I also realize that the church and therapy can play a huge role in this. and I am grateful for both)