To her, being brave means accepting the truth. Though knowing the truth means a great deal of pain. But without realizing these truths, living day to day, hour to hour and minute to minute is harder. The pain is still in there, but eating away at the insides. But, recalling, accepting, and ‘feeling’ those painful truths, really is the only way to be free of them and to make space for new and positive chapters to enter.
There are three choices: one, to numb out and repress. Two, to end the pain permanently. Or three, to look at it and release it. Bravery of the 1st one allows the self to continue each day. Bravery of the 2nd choice is to not fear the unknown. And the bravery of the 3rd, is the most painful. But ultimately, because options 1 and 2 have been tried and exhausted and hadn’t worked, remains the only one left to do.
And so ends this very, very short tale of someone who tried to repress the pain: Who tried to permanently end the pain: And then began to face the pain. And only by doing that, has put into motion what can only be described as the new beginning of a very long and painful end.
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The Daily Post prompt ‘Brave’.