A friend of mine wrote me a heart-wrenching email this morning. I had spoken with her last night, after what had been too long a distance without hearing her voice. Life has been letting her down lately, in the names of trust and love. Over the past few years, life has sculpted her into someone I wonder if she would have been if not for the unnecessary lessons and subsequent wounds.
In her email, she wrote this: I just cannot be a party to my own oppression.
Powerful words. I stared at the sentence for a while, thinking about the years it has taken her to recognize, learn and write it. Years.
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Sheesh - do i ever know how that feels. I don't even want to invite people to my pity party.
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