I am not my mistakes.
I can't do this alone or pretend any more.
The illusion of comfort in denial or sacrifice is no longer mine
.
There is no shame in my suffering -- no healing in silent self-tormen
t.
It is here at the surreal crossroads of the "soul search" where dawning truth meets the anguish of overwhelming resistance in mind over matter that I can finally wake up, change my mind, let go of what no longer works.
I am empowered by intense acknowledgment or epiphany and my virtue is gratitude or relief in recognition.
