There’s a lot of talk about forgiveness, and while I believe wholeheartedly in forgiveness, I’m hard-pressed to understand the ability to reconnect to the people that violated my innocence, my trust, and gave me no protection.
The way I see it is that to extend my hand to my mother, my father, my brother, or my sisters, would be to put myself in a place of vulnerability that would have to include a good dose of denial! I cannot in all good conscience standby these people without being who I am. I’d have to change my stripes. I’d have to take down all the light that comes from me, and I’d have to take my breath away just to stand by them and say that all is well. All is not well!
The truth is, I ain’t mad at nobody. I just live in a territory that doesn’t belong to them anymore.
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