We could no longer ignore it as
we had nowhere to go. There it was in the house with us, screaming to be opened
and finally dealt with. Many of us did what we’d always done. Avoid it. Unable
to outrun it, we numbed ourselves. A drink here and there just so we could
forget for a minute that we were sad, lonely, anxious, hurt. Except now all
those feelings were sitting on the couch with us and avoiding them kept getting
harder. So, we’d have another drink or two. Our lives weren’t normal or
sustainable before. Now, the way we’re dealing with them isn’t normal or
sustainable either.
When that train came to a
screeching halt for us, many of us had just a carry-on bag with us. Which should
make things easier to sort out. I hope we would never go back to what is considered
normal. Even in the midst of what has been the most turbulent time globally,
I’ve been able to find joy, to find peace and to feel alive. There is hope
ahead. That hope is in the fact that we aren’t going back to normal. We’re
going to go forward to something better. People will struggle, but ultimately
they will also find such amazing freedom. Freedom from numbing. Freedom from
addiction. Freedom from the burden of carrying around the heavy emotions, the
shame, the guilt, the loneliness, and the isolation. We’re never going back to
normal again because we deserve better. We deserve more. We deserve freedom,
happiness, and a chance to hit pause anytime we need to.
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