Sometimes descent happens in the most unexpected ways: in the clink of a glass in an unfamiliar place, in the curious gaze of a stranger, in an unexpected “Schön, dass du da bist” spoken by someone kind and exciting.
Rezhna, good evening. I'm the same way myself, but the sadness and painful experiences from the past have never completely disappeared. But when I can accept those experiences and say, "That was really painful back then," little by little, my heart may become lighter. 😇
The bravest move here is a reversal: the pain speaks not under a blow but under a stranger's tenderness -that "Schön, dass du da bist." Most of us learn it backwards. We brace for hardship, and it's kindness that undoes us. Pain waits until it is safe enough to speak.
And then it admits it was never asking for suffering, only for a witness. A wound bleeds as long as no one looks at it. Held, it becomes a scar — and a scar is a wound you can finally read.
Rezhna, good evening. I'm the same way myself, but the sadness and painful experiences from the past have never completely disappeared. But when I can accept those experiences and say, "That was really painful back then," little by little, my heart may become lighter. 😇
Thank you ✨
Rezhna, hello , and what a piece.
The bravest move here is a reversal: the pain speaks not under a blow but under a stranger's tenderness -that "Schön, dass du da bist." Most of us learn it backwards. We brace for hardship, and it's kindness that undoes us. Pain waits until it is safe enough to speak.
And then it admits it was never asking for suffering, only for a witness. A wound bleeds as long as no one looks at it. Held, it becomes a scar — and a scar is a wound you can finally read.
Beautiful. Warm regards,
Dominic