Tag: freedom

  • I picked me.

    One of the side affects to being traumatized when you are little is that you can’t rely on anything, it seems that what we see can change at any time, so it leaves you standing on unsettled ground, nothing is for sure and not what you see.

     

    You wait for the change, on guard, but not ready, for you have no way to stop it or change it.  “Ready or not, here I come….”

     

    I awoke with the thought that I don’t trust people to remain the same; I am always waiting on a change, it is my sense of people that they swing hot and cold.

     

    Like a twisting knife, you never are sure what side they will present to you.

     

    The same sick nature was in me, I too never knew what was going to send me into a rage, what seemingly small item would be the last straw, what it took for me to lose control of me.

     

    The more I trust me, the more I gain control over me, the more I am able to calm me down, to respond in ways that match reality, the less the trauma affects have me.

     

    Not trusting others is only half of the affect, not trusting that you can exit that you have a choice to no longer be with a twisting person, leaves you stuck.

     

    So not only are you playing roulette, you can’t duck.

     

    When I learned I didn’t have to be with people who are so confused, so out of control, I was free.

     

    To be free to move and duck to play or not play opens up a whole new world.

     

    I love that changes will still come, but that I don’t have to entertain them.

     

    I select my response to all changes.  I decide how I will respond, it isn’t pre-programmed, and when change comes I get to decide what to do, it isn’t forced upon me.

     

    Being forced to weather changes.

     

    Forced to withstand what ever is assaulted upon you.

     

    Leaves you a prisoner in your own life.

     

    Where you and the jailer are one.

     

    I used to pray and hope and that others would change so I could feel better, yet I never prayed for me to change, not once did I see it was me!

     

    I was the one who allowed her self to be forced; it started as a child and became a way of life.

     

    A forceful way of life.

     

    Forced to be where you don't want to be.

     

    Until I was forced to choose them or me.

     

    Forced to pick one life.

     

    I picked me.

     

  • Runaway and Be Safe Muscle!

    “Waking the Tiger” by Peter Levine is a book that was suggested to me by a friend as one to read to better understand how the body responds to trauma.

     

    In the very beginning I found a very interesting concept.

     

    Peter writes, “Waking the Tiger: A First Glimmer.”

     

    “Trauma was a complete mystery to me when I first began working with it.  My first major breakthrough in understanding came quite unexpectedly in 1969 when I was asked to see a woman, Nancy, who was suffering from intense panic attacks. The attacks were so severe that she was unable to leave her house alone.  She was referred to me by a psychiatrist who knew of my interest in body/mind approaches to healing (a fledgling and obscure field at the time).  He thought that some kind of relaxation training might be helpful.

     

    Relaxation was not the answer.  In our first session as I naively, and with the best intentions, attempted to help her relax, she went into a full-blown anxiety attack.  She appeared paralyzed and unable to breathe. Her heart was pounding wildly, and then seemed to almost stop.  I became quite frightened.  Had I paved the yellow brick road to hell?  We entered together into her nightmarish attack.

     

    Surrendering to my own intense fear, yet somehow managing to remain present, I had a fleeting vision of a tiger jumping toward us. Swept along with the experience, I exclaimed loudly, “You are being attacked by a large tiger. See the tiger as it comes to you. Run toward that tree; climb it and escape!”  To my surprise, her legs started trembling in running movements. She let out a bloodcurdling scream that brought in a passing police officer (fortunately my office partner somehow managed to explain the situation).  She began to tremble, shake and sob in full-bodied convulsions.

     

    Nancy continued to shake for almost an hour.  She recalled a terrifying memory from her childhood.  When she was three years old she had been strapped to a table for a tonsillectomy.  The anesthesia was ether.  Unable to move, feeling suffocated (common reactions to ether), she had terrifying hallucinations. This early experience had a deep impact on her. Like the traumatized children at Chowchilla, Nancy was threatened, overwhelmed, and as a result, had become physiologically stuck in the immobility response.  In other words, her body had literally resigned itself to a state where the act of escaping could not exist.  Along with this resignation came the pervasive loss of her real and vital self as well as the loss of a secure and spontaneous personality.  Twenty years after the traumatizing event, the subtle and hidden affects emerged.  Nancy was in a crowded room taking the Graduate Records Examination when she went into a severe panic attack. Later, she developed agoraphobia (fear of leaving her house alone).  The experience was so extreme and seemingly irrational that she knew she must seek help.

     

    After the breakthrough that came in our initial visit, Nancy left my office feeling, in her words, “like she had herself again.”  Although we continued working together for a few more sessions, where she gently trembled and shook, the anxiety attack she experienced that day was her last.  She stopped taking medication to control her attacks and subsequently entered graduate school where she completed her doctorate without relapse.

     

    At the time I met Nancy, I was studying animal predator-prey behaviors.  I was intrigued by the similarity between Nancy’s paralysis when her panic attack began and what happened to the impala described in the last chapter.  Most prey animals us immobility when attacked by a larger predator from which they can’t escape.  I am quite certain that these studies strongly influenced the fortuitous vision of the imaginary tiger.  For several years after that I worked to understand the significance of Nancy’s anxiety attack and her response to the image of the tiger.  There were many detours and wrong turns along the way.

     

    I now know that it was not the dramatic emotional catharsis and reliving of her childhood tonsillectomy that was catalytic in her recovery, but the discharge of energy she experienced when she flowed out of her passive, frozen immobility response into an active, successful escape. The image of the tiger awoke her instinctual, responsive self. The other profound insight that I gleaned from Nancy’s experience was that the resources that enable a person to succeed in the face of a threat can be used for healing. This is true not just at the time of the experience but even years after the experience.

     

    I learned that it was unnecessary to dredge up old memories and relive their emotional pain to heal trauma.  In fact, severe emotional pain can be re-traumatizing. What we need to do to be freed from our symptoms and fears is to arouse our deep physiological resources and consciously utilize them.  If we remain ignorant of our power to change the course of instinctual responses in a proactive rather than reactive way, we will continue being imprisoned and in pain.

     

    Nancy became a heroine twenty years after her ordeal.  The running movements made by her legs when she responded to the make-believe tiger allowed her to do the same thing. This response helped rid her nervous system of the excess energy that had been mobilized to deal with the threat she experienced during her tonsillectomy. She was able, long after the original trauma, to awaken her capacity for heroism and actively escape.”

                    Peter Levine

     

    In my experience, I shook like an earthquake was inside of me in the moments after learning that my father abused my niece.  I trembled and rattled and felt totally out of control shaking.

     

    I remember feeling that my body knew this truth all along, and now I was joining with acceptance, free to express this truth.

     

    What I find so affirming is that it isn’t so much having to re-live the trauma, but regaining the escape muscles.

     

    It wasn’t too long after the initial hearing of who my father really was, that I was able to articulate how I would deal with this.

     

    How I responded was the key to my ‘healing’. 

    I somehow had found a way to escape.

    Escaping is where the power is returned to you, where you are able to be a heroine in your own life.

     

    I knew my inner power was very much alive and strong in the face of such tragedy, and it did feel like I too had myself again.

     

    Like I found the part of me that had disappeared.

     

    Little did I know I had found the missing escape muscle, which had left me immobilized in fear.

     

    It is the feeling like you can’t escape, frozen in fear and terror, unable to bring to bear a muscle that allows you to run away.

     

    My runaway muscle came alive that day, my runaway and be safe muscle was returned to me!

     

    The trembling was my runaway be safe muscle coming alive!  The waking of the tiger is waking of that muscle. 

     

    No longer immobilized by fear, with a paralyzed runaway and escape muscle, I now feel complete.  It is when you live without this part, there is everything to fear, for you all you can do is be frozen immobile in the face of fear, unable to protect yourself, a helpless, hopeless victim when fear arises.

     

    My last five years have been strengthening and flexing this runaway and be safe muscle!

     

    (I had experience this, but didn’t have the language to explain it.)

     

     

     

     

  • Love and control only me!

    I have had a lot of changes in the past five and a half years, and all of them have been perception changes, changes that had nothing to do with the other person, in fact I have changed no one, nor do I want to.

     

    While my life has changed dramatically, those who I now see differently didn’t change, I just changed the way I look at them.

     

    I am not certain if this makes sense to anyone but me, but it so wonderful to know that our job isn’t about doing work on other people, bending and twisting them into something that will make our lives better and then us better.

     

    We can make us better without any help from anyone; it is a one-person job.  You do it alone.

     

    Most of the work was done on looking at others in their reality, and then deciding upon if I wanted to participate in their lives.

     

    Giving myself the option to go in or get out, freed me in ways that’s unimaginable. 

     

    My reality went from needing others to do this and to do that, to wanting them this way and then that way, I was forever sitting down waiting for them to change, to be better, grow kinder and for sure see me waiting.  Always sitting helpless and hopeless and stuck on one level waiting, it was like they had the controls to my elevator!

     

    They controlled me until I realized I had a choice.

     

    Most will not take the choice when it is a parent or family member that has been at the controls of your elevator. 

     

    Somehow it seems less scary to ride along out of control, than it is to take control back from your parent.

     

    We believe that the mother/father whose hands are on the controls, love and control us.

     

    Now the words love and control going together seems way wrong. 

     

    What happened to the “if you love something, set it free…” quote.

     

    The most loving thing I did for myself was to learn how to control my own self.

     

    I was like a remote control toy finding out I could control myself.

     

    Imagine living a life where others controlled you to living a life where you controlled your self?

     

    The difference is so vast, and all that happened was I took over controlling this unit.

     

    Love and control only me!

     

     

     

  • We are Free.

    Freedom is that instant between when someone tells you to do something and when you decide how to respond

    ~Jeffrey Borenstein

     

    Yesterday it dawned on me that in our communities, many of the folks who are against government taking more and more rights away from us, offer little freedom to their own children, and many are within the confines of strict religious cults.

     

    Where they are told what to wear and not wear, what is ‘right’ and what is ‘wrong’, what to believe and not believe, where individual freedoms are extinct.

     

    Is it only odd to me that these folks held prisoners in their religion, are claiming they stand for freedom, that these parents who dictate life to their children, fear the loss of freedom?

     

    Do they even know what freedom is?

     

    Most are baptized as children into this religious prison, made to comply with rules and have never know a day of freedom for they were born into captivity.

     

    How can people who have never been free speak of maintaining their free rights?

     

    What rights are they afraid of losing? 

     

    How can you stand up for freedom while being held a prisoner in your own life?

     

    Is this only preposterous to me?

     

    What some think of freedom is really being free to move around their cage.

     

    An animal born in a Zoo doesn’t have a clue what it would be like to be free.  How it feels to live with out fences.

     

    We are only as free as the space between the fence and us!

     

    And when all fences disappear, we are free.

     

  • Free

    “When you live in reaction, you give your power away.  Then you get to experience what you gave your power to.”   

       N. Smith

     

    To be in the experience of what you gave your power to can be a life changing moment, it can make you feel victimized, and you are.

     

    It is now very uncomfortable for me to lose my power, to lose sight of reality, to be a puppet in their reality. 

     

    In the past I was more comfortable being a puppet and it seemed normal to be moved by others needs and desires, I called it loving; I loved them so much, I gave up my freedom.

     

    I laid down my life and my power and became powerless for love, and lifeless.

     

    A victim of conditional love.

     

    The condition is you are their puppet, you do what they want you to do, you say what they want you to say, and then you can be with them.  Otherwise you are set aside, discarded and useless, they have no use for a puppet that is in its own power.

     

    My daily routine of Bikram yoga is cutting the old strings, disconnecting the lines and I get to see where I used to come alive, how I moved and why.

     

    It is an interesting and scary endeavor to experience the old ways with awareness, but when it is all said and done, I have found a part of myself that was being drained by fruitless actions.

     

    I get a reality check as to what my puppet actions actually did, and it is the opposite of love.

     

    Their indifference to my life while I served them is remarkable, what is more shocking is my indifference to my own.

     

    I picked up my life at 46, and every now and again, I drop it for an old love, yet I soon learn their indifference to me is still there, and on I go, grabbing up my life again, a little shaken, a little bruised, but free.

     

    (A survivor of a concentration camp said that the opposite of love is indifference, now I fully know what he means….)

     

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  • My Life

    Inside of my body lay ‘guilty cells’ that sprung up from leaving the responsibility of another’s life behind.

     

    I had feelings of guilt while doing things that one should not feel guilty for, such as creating Art Quilts or enjoying the peace and serenity of my home, our land, the river, the sunshine, the trees, the birds, peace and joy.

     

    To submerge myself deeply into my own life, seemed to alert these guilty cells and they seeped into the moment, raining feelings of guilt upon an otherwise Sunshine filled day.

     

    Caught neglecting my responsibilities again, like a thief caught in the night or a being found out I was having an affair.

     

    As I write that, I have been having dreams of having an affair or cheating.  Interesting.

     

    I woke this morning fresh from another dream of being friendly with another man, knowing how it would look if my husband were to happen along.

     

    Dreams of cheating seemed odd to me, but now make sense.

     

    In order to feel like I am cheating, there has to be someone I feel I am letting down or turning away from.

     

    If I can feel guilty about cheating on someone that means I have not completely severed the ties.

     

    A divorce proceeding needs to happen.

     

    I recall writing to someone that there isn’t a divorce that can literally take place, where you can divorce your family.  And without a divorce you get left feeling connected but detached.

     

    I wonder what kind of ceremony I could do or paper I could write up that would end my responsibility to that family.

     

    It reminds me of the notices they put in the paper that states, “I am no longer responsible for debts, bills, etc that so and so incurs.”

     

    Maybe I can just state it here, that I am no longer responsible for actions made by my father, my mother, my brothers, sisters, their friends, their children, or all children of the Universe. What they do or don’t do is no reflection on me and I am not the one to fix, take care of, or am responsible for any one of them.

     

    I divorce you all. 

     

    A thought just came about an annulment, so I had to go look up the meaning.

     

    A judgment by a court that retroactively invalidates a marriage to the date of its formation.

     

    In this case I am thinking an annulment would be better, it invalidates the relationship retroactively.

     

    I had a bond, ties that held me responsible for you forever. 

     

    The annulment sets me free all the way back, to the point of joining as well as today and tomorrow.

     

    I am free.

    Free to be with the sunshine, my art, my life!

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  • Back to Peace.

    “I am responsible, but not in control!” 

     

    Isn’t that an oxymoron?  How can you be responsible for something you don’t control?

     

    That is what happens when you feel responsible for another’s behavior or action or inaction even.  You feel responsible, yet unable to control them!

     

    As a little girl in my childhood home, this is exactly how I felt, that I was responsible yet not in control. 

     

    It is like being responsible to stop a waterfall half way down, knowing those who will get hurt below as the water falls from above, yet unable to stop it.

     

    The parents at the top keep dumping stuff over the falls, and it rains upon us all.  Instead of being down on the bottom, I stood mid way, trying to stop the rain!

     

    As a child and then an adult child I carried this hopeless responsibility and made it my life’s work.

     

    This job was so time consuming, it kept me from my own life, but firmly into yours racing between your behavior and the affects.

     

    Since it never really stopped the abuse and neglect, this midway kinda sorta life I lived was all for naught.

     

    The only way you can stop abuse from raining down is to stop the man at the top of the falls, or get the children out of the way.

     

    Neither happened in our family.

     

    Somehow the children in the falls believe it is their responsibility to stop the top, to work harder, be better, do better so this bad behavior wouldn’t fall down upon them.

     

    Little do they know they are not the cause, just the ones who get rained upon, the residual collateral damage.

     

    This collateral damage then sets forth in life trying to control things that are impossible to control and giving responsibility for their happiness to others.

     

    A life set in motion without control, just like a flimsy doll in the rush of Niagara Falls.

     

    It is only when you can separate this all out and put control and responsibility where it belongs do the falls turn into a millpond.

     

    A millpond, which emotions pass through, ripples arise now and again, and settle back to peace.

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  • Enlightenment Always Tastes Of Freedom

    I am reading a book, (I have many going at one time) by Martha Beck, “Steering by Starlight,” and in it she speaks of how will we know if we are making the right decision.

     

    The Buddha often said that wherever you find water, you can tell if it’s the ocean because the ocean always tastes of salt. By the same token, anywhere you find enlightenment – whatever improbable or unfamiliar shape it may have assumed – you can tell it’s enlightenment because enlightenment always tastes of freedom.  Not comfort.  Not ease. Freedom.

     

    In other words, the way you can tell you’re following fear away from your North Star is that while this course may feel safe, it will also feel imprisoning.  The way you can tell that something lies true north, even though inner lizard fear says to run from it, is that it feels liberating.  If you pay even basic attention to your own reactions, you can identify what I call a ‘shackles on’ sensation and distinguish it from a ‘shackles off’ sensation.  The difference will be perceptible to whether or not you are afraid to take a certain action.

               Martha Beck

     

    Enlightenment always tastes of freedom…….Sit with that awhile!

     

    How awesome that I am reading this book on how enlightenment tastes and feels, of freedom.

     

    This morning I awoke early and actually had gone to bed early thinking about who is more delusional my brother or I?

     

    I can see him sitting there and him looking at me like I have lost my mind, which I did, and him wanting me to be different that I am.  And then I am sitting here wanting him to be different than he is, so we both are delusional about each other.

     

    Delusion can happen any time we are sitting in reality and not seeing what is in front of us or when we want to change what it is we see.

     

    Delusion is when we are not happy with reality.

     

    Delusion will not accept what is going on now.

     

    Delusion will always want something or somebody to be different.

     

    Delusion or Reality, pick one.

     

    In the book, “A Thousand Names for Joy” by Byron Katie, she says it like this.

     

    “I don’t know what’s best for me, or you, or the world.  I don’t impose my will on you or anyone else.  I don’t want to change you or improve you or convert you or help you or heal you.  I just welcome things as they come and go.  That’s true love.  The best way of leading people is to let them find their own way.”

     

    So as I sit here one day later, I can see how delusional I can get, when I feel that there is something I am supposed to do, or say or if I jump high enough, shout loud enough, use the correct words, the perfect books, I can change what it is they are.

     

    I am delusional when I feel I want them to be different, to see different, act different.  I am delusional and shackle those people to me.  You be this way for me!  Who cares what you want, I need you this way, FOR ME. 

     

    Talk about conditional love!

     

    What freedom there is to let them do themselves in whichever manner that is.  I am free then to do myself. 

     

    I can be a great ripper girl, ripping apart my own delusions.

     

    It isn’t my job to go around ripping to shreds others delusions or even pointing out their own deluded states, I just must keep an eye on mine!

     

    Enlightenment always tastes of Freedom!

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  • I Love so I can Live.

    Love and its application, how does each person apply love?

    How do they know what to love and what not to love, or how to love and how not to love?

     

    The choice in love is not a given.  Are we able to chose or not chose to love our parents, our siblings, even what we love to wear at an early age?

     

    The freedom in the Love is the key to if love is dysfunctional or not.

     

    If we can love from the self-view, or we can call it self-loving view, if we can decide ‘I love you’ or ‘I don’t love you’ then it is love from the inside.

     

    If it is love that is decided for us, demanded or expected of us, then it is not real love, but a commanded love.

     

    Unless you have experienced the free love, the choice love, you will feel that we walk away in anger.

     

    It is so not the case.  I walk away with love inside, with approval of self, with my self esteem held firmly in place with all my no’s and yes’s coming along for the ride.  I am a total package of freedom.

     

    This kind of love allows the other person to do and be what it is they want to be, but it gives us the right or privilege to move away.

     

    When you love yourself enough, was a title of a small book I read once, a book where there were just a few words on a page, more like quotes, and that term stuck with me.

     

    When you love yourself, you will not put yourself in harmful places, you will walk away from those who blindly hurt you.

     

    When you love yourself, you don’t need others to fill you up or prop you up, or do this or that. 

     

    Love isn’t about what you can give to the other, to complete the other; instead love is about letting the other be free to do the job of being themselves.

     

    I used to be in other’s businesses, but now I stay in my own.

     

    Each of us come with the same advantages or challenges along the way, and if we are seeking to learn, there are a million opportunities to learn each day.

     

    Opportunities to learn about our self and how we, love both others and ourselves.  It isn’t about changing the other to make them more loveable, but rather finding someone that matches our meaning of love.

     

    Of course the most optimal thing is to find this among your family, your sisters and brothers, but often we have to leave them in order to find love.

     

    I used to have a set of love rules that did not apply to family, family had a free pass, and it required nothing of them.

    It allowed them to less of themselves.  What I called love was actually love of enabling lower standards.

     

    I was in support of those doing and being less, remaining at lower level so I could ‘help’ them.

     

    But my going in and helping was enabling them not to help themselves.

    When I became responsible for just me, it freed them to be responsible for just themselves, I was the one to set them free.

     

    If I continued to believe that they couldn’t live a life without me, that is co-dependent, and it has me thinking less of them.

     

    I do believe to the depth of my being that each and every one of us comes into this life to learn what love is, to learn what self is, to be separate and whole.

     

    I also believe that we are given daily ways in order to do that, chances to make a new choice.  That there is a subtle or loud voice in our heads that is seeking for us to change, sometimes it is actual life being played out in front of us.

     

    Look around and see what is going right or what is going wrong, how often you are at peace with your voice or when you suppress what you feel and why.

     

    I lived longer silently and ignorant of using my own voice.

    I talked lots, but mostly I was a mouthpiece for others.

    I now only speak for myself.

     

    If I can find my voice, I know others can too.

     

    I heard my voice whispering in the backgrounds always, but I was too fearful of the consequences to speak.

     

    Now I am fearful of the consequences if I don’t speak.

    In the past my body and inner feeling was to move away from my father, but I stayed close.

     

    We all know the cost of that silence.

    I will never Not listen to my inner voice, my inner feelings, no matter at what cost to the other person.

     

    Love is being brave enough to move away.

    Love knows you can.

     

    When I moved away all my love came with.

    My love moves with me where ever I go, what ever I do, my love is like my breath now.

     

    Without my Love I would not want to live.

     

    It isn’t living without love it is simply surviving.

     

    Surviving isn’t living it is trying not to die.

     

    How many people are just trying not to die instead of really living? 

     

    I Love so I can Live.

     

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  • ….walked as you.

    My sister sent a request on facebook a few days ago, a ‘friend request’ and I accepted it with some trepidation.

     

    I am not sure why she is stepping into my world after 4 years and I asked her that.  I also asked if she still holds on the to views of her last letter.

     

    So far there hasn’t been a response, perhaps my request is not one she is willing to answer.

     

    In life we are asked many requests and in the past I would jump in without first asking a few questions or testing the waters, if you asked, I jumped and usually asked how high!

     

    Now, I am much wiser and hold my heart in a place of value, I just don’t go walking into places that will hurt me.

     

    Her silence could mean many things, yet I am surprised that her eagerness to have me back seems to be on pause.

     

    What stopped her?  What made her stop her advancement?  What has her retreating or re-thinking….and she could be asking the same of me.

     

    I know why I am not eagerly walking forward to embrace this woman, my experience of her still rings in my ears. 

     

    I invited her to read my blog as a way to find out if our ideals match, to see if she still wanted to be my friend. 

     

    Where can the two of us meet, what common ground is there for us to stand upon?  Why does she now feel that she wants to be part of my life, and which part?

     

    What part of my life do you want to enter into?   You suggested that you love me, so which part?  And that you have hopes of all the sisters reuniting, what will we reunite?

     

    How can I unite with you, we seem such opposites.

     

    I have always felt that if a brother or sister walked towards me I would meet them half way and not turn around.

     

    I am standing here facing you, asking what it is you feel inside about me.  It is a fair request.

    What do you see in me?

     

    In order to love me, you have to know me.  You can’t just love what you dream of me to be.

     

    I am not a thought in your head about what a sister should do, could do, or would do; I am a live walking talking moving person.

     

    Do you know me outside of your dreams?

     

    If you want to enter into a relationship with me, I ask just for your truth, show me who you are.

     

    If you are reading the blog, go back to the beginning and read along, it will open your eyes as to who I am, and I will understand if you withdraw your request.

     

    It seems that I became the enemy, the other side, and I know that you will have to forsake all you have ever known to walk along with me.

     

    It is way too much to ask.

    It is and will always be up to you to be with me.

     

    I understand your silence.

    I am the monster you fear the most.

    I am reality.

     

    I am reality walking and doing free of dysfunction, an enemy of your mind, your thoughts and your beliefs, your love and your security.  I am the opposite of all you have even been.

     

    Your silence will be a signal that you are not wanting to be with me.  I understand.

     

    I know where you are sitting…. I sat there.

    I know what you are thinking, I thought there.

    I know where your loyalties lie, I was loyal too.

    I know you for I know me.

     

    I wish you peace with this decision.
    I wish you strength and courage.

     

    I walked free….so I know you can too.

    You are much braver than me!

     

    A sister, one who walked as you.

     

     

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