Handling hurt

Loving people can be so incredibly easy – they love you and appreciate you and make you smile and big you up, you love them, it’s a doddle. What is so much harder is loving people when they press your buttons, have a go, peddle fear and cause disruption. That’s, obviously, when it’s a whole lot more challenging. It’s so tempting to slam the door, get defensive, and to be hurtful back. Some who love me find it hard to see me getting hurt as they are right, I don’t deserve it, none of us deserve it. I can understand how so quickly hurts can be traded – is it possible to stay clear and respectful without being seen as a doormat who absorbs others hurts (and gets hurt, feels the hurt)? Right now I don’t really want to listen and understand the other person’s perspective or even consider trying to reach an agreement – I want to laugh in their face, or tell them where to go, or to just cry and cry and cry.

Fortunately, I’m a woman of great resource – internally, and with a bunch of supportive friends. So I am having my cry, my laugh, my imaginary telling where to go. And hopefully will then have enough clarity to hold onto a bigger goal of unity not division, of compassion not distrust. Of rising above the hurt rather than being dragged down by it. In the face of everything, I can still choose the me I want to be.