Sometimes, we arrive at places in our lives that are bad for us. We may go through a winter season that is best left in the past once that bridge is crossed. So many times, people ask us to re-laid it by re-telling it.
Life is almost guaranteed to be challenging; we sometimes have dreamy eyes and wishful ambitions, but reality take a steeper path.
Getting PTSD was not an easy matter altogether and we paid dearly for it. Lost all we ever owned, got spat out by church after they broke us, like they did with others. Became homeless, lost our car, our furniture, arrived here with a few bags.
Emotional scars caused by hardship led our two estranged children to opt for living worldly. The cost of eventually getting the qualification is extreme as it also took twenty years. We are resilient and learned slowly, but finally made it.
People want us to cross that bridge time and again by telling them how it happened. They want us to live through it over and over. As if once wasn’t enough. Do not go there, I will not entertain the last for sensation at my own cost. .
You can have your own PTSD. Corporate church ⛪ is the dealership and you are welcome to collect your own, authentic version without burdening me with a bridge too far.
We meet with fellow believers on a daily basis instead.
Beautybeyondbones posted this on surviving Anorexia and then moving on “I Am Not Invincible”- http://wp.me/p5Mhr6-2MA