recoginzing the darkness
I continually strive to be a woman who reflects the title of this blog, a woman who ‘laughs at the days to come’. But that doesn’t mean that I distance myself from the harsh realities of life in favor of carefree frivolities. To do that would be to live a lie. Laughing at the days to come gives me hope during the most challenging trials. As light-hearted as this blog can be, it is grounded in a reality that is sometimes callous and confusing, other times temperate and sensible, and always full of hope. Yesterday, a dear friend wrote a beautifully honest post about her journey through a difficult reality.
Three months ago today I was visited by darkness. I don’t want this to sound depressing or remorseful, or pitiful. But it happened. Darkness attacked me and begged to be recognized. I recognize it and its depravity, loneliness and despair. Sometimes, many times, it has consumed me, and I wallow in it. Sometimes it is simply a passing breeze.
We want to connect and be connected to. Sometimes our desire so consumes us that we attempt to consume another, and that is what happened to me. A man, perhaps one who has never truly loved, attempted to rape me. He held a blade to my neck and robbed me. He cut me, and wanted to take me. I felt my life at its end and was ready to relinquish it. But life decided otherwise. That I should live to tell this story and try to make sense of it all. (Continue reading…)
Please read the entire post and please remember my friend, Michelle, in your prayers.