hellopeople Posted January 23, 2010 Posted January 23, 2010 Breaking up - What it feels like is being thrown into a well. You frantically tread water as you try to grasp what they're saying. Trying to understand. Trying not to drown in the pain and sorrow you’re feeling. Then they walk away, leaving you no way out. No rope, no ladder. Nothing. You cry out for them to help you out. For them to come back and pull you out of the well. But they're not coming back. You’re completely alone. You’re so far down in that well that you can’t see the sky above. Darkens surrounds you. You can’t see. You can’t even think. You’re treading water for so long, you go numb. You keep sinking and the effort to come up for another breath gets more and more painful every time. You feel the easiest thing would be to just stop and drown. Then you would stop hurting. But then, you get tired of trading that water. You know there’s a way out – but it’s a difficult one. But one you’re willing to take. You can’t drown here. You can’t. You can do it a voice inside you says. You know the walls are there, even if you can’t see them, - you can feel them. So you start climbing the walls. It’s a difficult task. The walls are slippery and hard to grasp. There is no distinction between where one stone ends and another begins so you can’t really grab them. Your body aches. You’re limbs hurt. You don’t think you’re strong enough to get out. But you’re climbing. You slip every now and then. Lose your grip, a stone breaks loose, lose your footing. You fall back into the water – into the darkness. But this time, you know where to start - which stones to grab. This time, you climb higher. You may fall back into the water again and again, but you keep going. Soon, when you slip, you don’t fall into the water. You just slip down the wall a little. But not into the darkness. You soon forget what it felt like to be treading water because you are so astounded by your own strength. You are so empowered, that you keep climbing. Your muscles scream. Your body burns. But you can see the light. You can see the sky. You can see the sun. Every day the climb gets a little easier and you continue up the wall. And when you get to the top, and you do, there are numerous hands – those of your family, friends, and loved ones – pulling you out. The colors around you blind you and you are consumed with joy. Life is beautiful. You made it out the well alive. You are free. You realize that you are stronger than you ever thought possible. When it would have been easier to give up, you were not determined to. You climbed out of the dark hole someone left you to die in. You proved to yourself that you are not a victim, but are victorious. You experienced pain, frustration, loneness, anxiety, and above all, freedom. You cover the well so that you never fall back into it again. Never.
paleblue Posted January 23, 2010 Posted January 23, 2010 i like it. good analogy. especially the part about covering the well up so you never fall into it again.
mickleb Posted January 23, 2010 Posted January 23, 2010 This is great. Can I add it to my signature? (It should be read.) Thanks so much for posting. x
gaudi Posted January 24, 2010 Posted January 24, 2010 I think this is great too, nice one for posting that. I think I'm the type of person who forgets to cover up the well !!!
twinklecat Posted January 24, 2010 Posted January 24, 2010 I think this is great too, nice one for posting that. I think I'm the type of person who forgets to cover up the well !!! Haha gaudi, think I'm the same, but not anymore!!
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