On Surviving Toxic Relationships
Truth is in the Telling.
Life can be a commentary.
In that context, an expression of opinion
or offering of explanations.
Not one person I have ever met said it was easy.
Personally, I am surprised that the rain in my eyes
through the years of hurt has not yet turned to ice.
I have no idea why that is.
Connections, through our humanity, assists us with coping for ourselves.
Some look to leaders, others tap into religion, dogma, partners, friends, lovers. However, we all have relatively the same sole purpose. Survival.
We strive for Health. Happiness. Comfort. Love. Hope. It is a fluid journey.
I have found the wind in relationships
can be a mixture of calm,
soothing breezes
or torrential omnipotent storms.
The air for me has been quite a mix.
The sunshine and the clouds
give way to this time of peaceful sharing.
This is a commentary not a complaint. It is meant to thank my readers for their private comments and send this requested information to them.
Within the sharing of self we may assist others on their journey.
Childhood was wrought with some laughter, hunger and lots of
emotional torment. The strong speak of abuse, I am not that strong yet.
My teen years I searched for approval, pretended to be way cool and
sexual when I really was not. I was the free bird, wild chick
in frye boots and maxi skirts that was a secret virgin for years.
My adult years I thought men were to take the lead.
They of course knew more than I.
I gave away all I ever had. I was never a victim.
I gave freely. Emotionally, physically and financially.
Saved nothing for myself.
Except spirit, I think.
I still have that.
By the way, my dear readers no one knows more than you.
Becoming partners is a goal, not giving away the lead to anyone.
You are responsible for your own existence, not your parents, friends,
or lovers. You. Alone.
In the end we are all alone to meet our destiny.
That destiny is ours alone.
It can not be given away,
nor can you run from it.
That is the reason this is titled
Surviving Toxic Relationships.
The single most wonderful elements of my life.
My children.
I have no fucking idea how I pulled that off.
Raising two beautiful, independant, caring, intelligent,
self-sufficient young adults with my past fucking history idk idk.
That was Spirit, God, the Universe. I have no idea how that happened.
Uplifting two incredible humans, for sure, somehow between the pages, shows survival of toxic relationships. When you do not have that, you still have yourself. Sometimes there are surprises that stamp on the soul without you even realizing it until later in life. Always a saving Grace.
Life can be a commentary.
In that context, an expression of opinion
or offering of explanations.
Not one person I have ever met said it was easy.
Personally, I am surprised that the rain in my eyes
through the years of hurt has not yet turned to ice.
Philosophers, Artists, Musicians, Shamans,
Spiritual Masters, all have a pulse.
They feel the earth with their spirit.
They tend to feed into the beat of the universe.
There is no denial in this as we feel their power
in the recesses of our being. Think about it.
You cannot deny art, sculpture, lyrics,
paintings, words, rituals, prayers —
they have us pause.
Their contribution to the collective is helpful for all of us.
There is sound in the wind and energy in the dirt beneath your feet. As Shakespeare wrote, “There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” Work to find it in yourself.
Surviving toxic relationships is key
to our personal development.
To clarify, we never come out unscathed.
I tend to think it hardens us just enough to be wary,
softens us enough to share to help
others in their current process.
Life surely is a carousel.
“But I think that your entire life is a process of sorting out some of those early messages you got.” Bruce Springsteen
“We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all of our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.”
T.S. Elliot
“It is the tremendous experience of becoming conscious, which nature has laid upon mankind, which unites the most diverse cultures in a common task.”
CG Jung
“Whenever society gets to stifling and the rules get too complex, there’s some sort of musical explosion.” Slash
“We learned more from a three-minute record, baby, than we ever learned in school.” Bruce Springsteen
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world, the paragon of animals — and yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me — nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.”
Hamlet –William Shakespeare
You’ve got this …move forward with Grace.
Love,
Brooklyn