Transgressions and Lines in the Sand

This 35^th/36^th year of my life has been one of the biggest rides of ups and downs, my friends.

We have been blessed. We have also been faced with much adversity to say the least.

I have learnt that not all is, as it seems. And unfortunately for me, this lesson was one I never wanted to learn as I enjoyed my naivety that all in mankind is good.

It’s not.

I’m sorry if I’m the one that is bursting your bubble. Unfortunately, there are individuals out there that do not hold themselves in a moral and high regard. Some people are just dicks. And, it took me sincerely the last 12 months or so to realize this. Just because you wouldn’t do something doesn’t mean that someone else couldn’t, and easily fall asleep at night.

The written word has given me solace on many occasions to allow an outlet to shed myself of pain, discomfort, anger, disgust and sadness. Through re-reading these words I have been able to compartmentalize events, issues and stories into neat little cabinets in my mind, hoping to only re-visit them when necessary.

Another thing that I have learnt this year – actually on my birthday, is that transgression truly is in the eyes of the beholder. One person’s reactive act is another persons line in the sand.

It has taken me 36 years to find my inner voice without fear of repercussion.

For my loyal readers, thank you for standing beside me while I exit slowly out of my cave that is mental illness.

This is what I know to be true:

Love the ones you love, HARD.

Stand up for yourself – you really do have this and your worth and self is of the upmost importance to look after.

Life is too short. This isn’t a dress rehearsal. Don’t take any shit.

Smell the rain, stand in the wind and soak in the sun. One day you won’t be able to.

If you cannot, don’t. When you can, do.

Chat soon, my friends.

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