It is harder for us to see the hidden pain, the physical disabilities, and ailments are easily noticed.
Personal courage is almost always ambiguous.
Bravery and courage can be seen at every turn, if we are looking.
Courage may be moving on alone, to protect those left behind, and living with the pain of a decision made.
Bravery may be waking up every morning with thrashing reality of love lost.
Courage is stepping away from abuse to persevere.
Bravery is the strength to walk away — not toward anything, no where to go, no one to go to, just away.
Courage is endurance, to live; in the fog of reality.
Bravery is stepping back in to bring love home.
Courage is facing that demon head on.
Bravery is knowing he is just around the corner.
This kind of courage is rarely impulsive. Nor does it emerge from nowhere.
Whether you have survived a trauma or not, the psyche is still a dark forest of scars and tender spots. Each relationship is intricacy piled upon intricacy, fertile ground for misunderstanding, separation, perseverance, reunion and joy.
My life was: Stay focused on staying busy.
I survive as I always have…I survived by keeping my emotions in check – by maintaining my composure and tucking it all away. I managed to stay under the radar, skating through without anyone truly remembering I was here….oh, to stand out would have been unthinkable. Life in my world, was designed to stay busy, less time to dwell…You can’t control what you, are not responsible for…so you carry on, life carries on. I guess you just don’t pay attention. I think you’re too busy attempting to fade…until one day, you realize; I don’t need to hide, I don’t need to keep my head down. I have survived!
My husband and children are awesome; my life full of hope and love.
A life clearly marked with moments of struggle and overcoming.
Courage, determination, pride…that’s what little girls are made of.