Old baggage

Why do we mold ourselves to our emotional wreckage
rather than seeking some sort of resolution?
Addiction seems to be the antidote for pain.
But why would we trust a bag of tricks to help us cope?

 Here's a big gloop of truth.
There's no exit from pain except through the door.
Many will continue to look for another way.
I certainly tried, but with absolutely no success.

Unless we find the willingness to do our work, 
our wounds from the past are going to bleed 
into every corner of our lives. 

If a voice in you cries to be heard,
truth will be the ointment that begins to soothe it.
The passage to freedom is self-examination.
Peace is on the other side. It awaits you.
 

 

 My dear sister, you can’t escape God,
and you can’t escape your skeletons in the closet. 
They will always be there until you take them out
from behind those dusty old moth-eaten coats. 
Your exterior facade of ‘everything is alright’ only works
for a little while, and then the cracks begin to show. 
 You can only hide behind yourself for so long. 
You can’t keep running!”   ― Corallie Buchanan

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