We all need understanding. We crave the warmth that understanding brings us. Love without judgement.
Can you remember a time when someone understood you and it made you brighter, if only for a few moments?
What does this inspire you to write? It might be rage that the person you understands has gone away. It might be elation that somebody gets it. (I’m not sure which one I’d choose, really. I’ve felt both ways.)
Trust you. Know that there is good in the world, and that it doesn’t go away just because we rage at it. Know too, that knowing your own truth, messy though it might be, is a very free place to be. Know that love can and will find you there.
Giving yourself this kind of understanding is very powerful, because you learn to love you while carrying on through caustic locales. Then you can be that carrier of saving grace for others, as well as yourself.
What would you like to say?
<3 I'll listen.