This thought jump started some writing I did for me that really helped. Thank you!
The road to recover is not only a long one, but a winding one. It is like being an addict, like something that will never leave. An addict that has to work on recovery everyday. We know we do this to ourselves. We know only we can turn this situation into something positive. We know we let THEM get to US. We know all of these things, we understand the logic, but then there's the brick wall. The brick wall that we are screaming at, the brick wall we can't figure out how to climb over, the brick wall we can't figure out how to break through, the brick wall that seems to go on forever to the right and the left of us and we just can't get around it. We get stuck. We can't see beyond this brick wall in front of us and all we see is everything behind us...like ghosts. Ghosts that whisper stories from the past that may or may not be true, they show us pictures in the present that may or may not be photoshopped, they take us places in the future that may or may not exist...and we can't push them away because our hands go right through them. We are fighting to make them stop. We are pushing, we are screaming, we are crying to make it all go away. Then, we hear something, a message that gets through the frequency of all the ghost's noise..."turn around"...and we stop. We are out of breath, we can't cry anymore, we look at everything we are fighting and we realize as simply as our fists go through each ghost, each ghost can pass through us undetected. All we have to do is turn around and face that brick wall. The ghosts won't know who to whisper to, who to show pictures to or where to take us because our back is turned. We have to find a way to break through it...it doesn't matter how and it doesn't matter how long it takes. All that matters is that we are working on a way to get to the other side...because on the other side are more messages.
