About a month or two ago, I spent a week feeling incredibly sad. I cried at the drop of a hat and was very, very sad -- about what I didn't know. (And, no, it wasn't "that" time of the month.) I have a lot of time to think on the way to and from work (ohio cowboy and dragonlady76 know which highway I take and now understand just how MUCH time I have on the road), and I realized something totally shocking: I wasn't angry anymore!
The past few years I've carried a lot of anger: at the Witnesses, at my parents, at my job. Well, I left the Witnesses and a lot of anger left me when I had the chance to tell off a couple of elders who came by to invite me to a Memorial. My parents died and I cried and cried but felt relief because I no longer had to carry their issues around on me. I changed jobs and found something I really enjoy. So gradually over a few years, like air hissing from a slow leak in a tire, my anger left me. Then I was left with pure sadness, and then . . . I felt good!
I felt as though a weight was lifted off my shoulders. My dear, long-suffering husband noticed that I said nicer things and that I was calmer. I sleep better now. I feel better!
There's no quick fix, but over time one can heal. Please remember that and may all of you who hurt find peace and happiness in your lives.
Hugs,
Nina