Saturday, January 17, 2015

I Take it Back

Dear You,

I take it all back. I take back all of the words, non-verbal queues, indifference and allowances that I have given to you that gave you the power to be cuss me, yell at me (with words or actions), disrespect me, hurt me, and make me feel small and bad about myself. Whether  it started from birth or our first meeting, I have unintentionally let you know that it's okay to bully me and cause me to feel less than what God made me to be.

I am a good person. I am kind, I am giving, I am generous, I am compassionate, I am loyal, I allow others to be who they are and try very hard not judge. When I give, it's never enough...when I can't... its never forgotten. You don't remember what I do, you only persecute me for the things I can't or don't do.  When you are upset with others you take it out on me.

Right now, I take back the power I have allowed you to have over me. It is no longer okay for you to be unkind to me. You no longer have my permission to be disrespectful to me, to judge me, to take your fears and frustrations or anger out on me. You cannot hurt me any more with your coldness or your glares. I don't deserve it and I'm not putting up with it for one more day.

I choose to be happy. I choose to be grateful for you in my life. I choose to love you without any conditions whatsoever. I choose to respect you and do any thing I can to add to your life in a positive way . I choose today to let my wounded ego and hurt feeling go, and stand up against your unsolicited hatefulness.

You are a wonderful person, you have a been given a life that has been blessed in so many ways. So much so, that some people will never, ever have the life that God blessed you with.  Yet, you are miserable in it and choose to persecute others in the effort to relieve your frustration. I will not be the point of your relief any more. As much as I love you with my heart and soul. ...I won't  allow you to blame me for your misery.

Peace.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.

The Dark Days

I still have them...just without drinking through them. Sometime I wish I could, but it's not an option if I want to live. Peace