Sickness...

It begins slowly...a trickle, a sniffle, a dry throat, feeling tired all the time...insidiously the germs travel through the blood stream, entering via the muscus membranes...encountering a sneeze, a cough and voila, no-thank-you ma'am you are part of the great migration of molecules marrying molecules and profligating in droves to attack, to make their way into every crook and cranny...creating men-child everywhere asking, pleading with linda to call their mama and women who march on.

Sickness....

It begins slowly...a sharp word, a derisive snort, a sneaked peak on the toilet, a criticism, a question...insidiously the words, the actions take their course entering mind and heart...encountering a push, a slap and yureka, no-thank-you sir you are a part of the epidemic circling the globe but most specifically North America...like-minded narcissists joining ranks and proliferating in droves to subjugate, to control, to abuse in dark corners, to torture behind walls and doors...creating broken and lost women everywhere, pleading silently for help, for understanding, for comprehension, continuing to get up every day and fight the good fight no matter how exhausted, no matter how despairing of escape.

The aftermath, the escape, the plunge back into a alien society, feeling alien themselves...this all requires so very very much from the survivor...it demands a belief that somehow they are worthy of more than the abuse, the neglect, the abandonment, the betrayals and evil deeds done in secret.

It requires a small spark of hope...here is where we enter the picture, if we have not already...being that safe place to land...a welcome without judgement, understanding that we are fallible, that but for the grace of God, there go I.

Understanding that this once confident, career professional, intelligent woman has been broken down to her foundations and there the cracks run deep and dangerous.

Understanding that it takes a vile, cruel mind to seek the destruction of a loved one, to take joy in the suffering of one who wanted only to love, to understand, to comfort.

How truly stupid the narcissist, the abuser, the psychopath is...they trade love, joy, peace for chaos, rage, hate. Over and over again, they are presented with varying degrees of affection, of love, of friendship, each one bringing something differeuntil finally God sends one special one in particular...a chance to do right, to be loved, to let the hate dissapate on wings of compassion and mercy. nt to the table...They turn from that beacon, afraid of its radiance, its brilliance...fearful of the shame that light would inspire, exposing each and every reprehensible act, choice, indescretion.

Be kind...be wise...choose your words carefully and compassionately...we do not know what others are suffering right now, the war that is being fought in their minds and in their homes.

Go with God, tread softly and carry a big stick...there are those who need your truth, your light, your hope, your warmth and comfort.