Words. This too shall pass? To thine own self be true. Words are my power and my ??? What is the word that I want? Words are my story and my treasure to spend on my thoughts. Peace.
This is one of those times that I want a different option than “Like”. It simply does not fit and if words could comfort you, I’d be typing them now instead of these.
Your story here is not the first I’ve heard, but it did inspire me to try and capture a thought that came to me while trying to comfort another friend who found herself in a similar state of mind, with no real recourse to get to a happier place. I ended up offering her a more adult and less comprehensive version of this fictional story. The more I’ve thought about it, there is some strength available that I think we often neglect at such times.
thank you…i do know that…I know I dwell on the sensitive side of life, so when friends or family…people that I trust and admire wreak havoc, it rocks my world…literally….sigh…it’s funny my sensitivity can also be my strength when I battle for the under dog. But on another note, my sassy side has returned…I needed the break…and in the end…I did give him my two cents…lol…poor guy.
LOL
Did you also give him a healthy dose of grace or do we need to call the paramedics?
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At this point, grace had fled the building….Let’s just say, I gave the youngin’ a piece of my mind, and he now sees this little old lady in a new light…. 😉
Words do have power, and, unfortunately, many people do know how to wield them properly. I am sorry that you were hurt so deeply, but I am glad that time is healing your heart. Blessings to you, Ann Marie.
Words. This too shall pass? To thine own self be true. Words are my power and my ??? What is the word that I want? Words are my story and my treasure to spend on my thoughts. Peace.
You know I tell myself this all the time, but sometimes the words of those closest to you can really sting the most. But words are a gift too…Hugs
This is one of those times that I want a different option than “Like”. It simply does not fit and if words could comfort you, I’d be typing them now instead of these.
Your story here is not the first I’ve heard, but it did inspire me to try and capture a thought that came to me while trying to comfort another friend who found herself in a similar state of mind, with no real recourse to get to a happier place. I ended up offering her a more adult and less comprehensive version of this fictional story. The more I’ve thought about it, there is some strength available that I think we often neglect at such times.
Please give my new fictional essay a read and tell me if I’ve landed any where near reality.
https://garyawilsonstories.wordpress.com/disqualified-abuse/
is the link that will take you there.
Know you are loved, valued and priceless in the eyes of the one with the most important opinion of you.
thank you…i do know that…I know I dwell on the sensitive side of life, so when friends or family…people that I trust and admire wreak havoc, it rocks my world…literally….sigh…it’s funny my sensitivity can also be my strength when I battle for the under dog. But on another note, my sassy side has returned…I needed the break…and in the end…I did give him my two cents…lol…poor guy.
LOL
Did you also give him a healthy dose of grace or do we need to call the paramedics?
At this point, grace had fled the building….Let’s just say, I gave the youngin’ a piece of my mind, and he now sees this little old lady in a new light…. 😉
Words do have power, and, unfortunately, many people do know how to wield them properly. I am sorry that you were hurt so deeply, but I am glad that time is healing your heart. Blessings to you, Ann Marie.
Thank you sweet KTC….I think I am finally getting my groove back.
Whew! I hate when that happens… So sorry!