Choices are around us each day. For so many people the choices are innocent and easy - half fat latte or half caff mocha? For others there are harder choices - food or rent? And for some of us it is some other things entirely.
I was talking to my best friend and it was apparent that the person I am today is so very different than who I was even a few years ago that I felt compelled to tell him about some of the choices I've made to get here.
Thinking along those lines, I realized as a survivor those choices are sometimes life and death for mind, body or spirit, or all three and sometimes they are healing choices. I can leave behind the defenses that I needed to survive because I can do it without them!\
I don't need to be all barbed wire, tightly tangled cutting those who would get close with hurting, cruel and sarcastic words and I can set boundaries without having to constantly patrol and defend them. I can choose not to be an addict hiding from the world, I can choose not to be an abuser because I was abused, I can choose to be kind even in when I've beheld cruelty. I can honour gentle and giving spirits and I know I can be one.
I am still a bit sarcastic but not to cause hurt. Acid Tongue is retired, the evil bitch has been replaced with the Alpha Bitch. You see I know I can be a strong woman without being hard, I can be brave without being cruel and I can have faith without accepting hypocrisy.
I can be a better person without imposing myself on someone else.
I can choose the healing path, and I can honour my scars. Scars are important to me, they show me that I can survive long enough to heal! They remind me to help others gently honour their own scars.
I will not live my life being silent to abuse, nor will I live my life hiding away in a toke or a bottle or a pill and I won't deny my healing by denying my abuse. I will keep seeking and I will keep choosing the light, even though I know full well what lives in the dark.
Don't get me wrong, I still don't park next to vans, I still scan for 'too interested' faces at the mall when I'm with my son and I still can be outspoken and advocate.
What I am doing differently is choosing to use my words for helping and healing instead of hurting. I don't need to cause more hurt, I need to cause less.
However, if what I say makes someone uncomfortable then it is good because comfort zones can be as dangerous and deadly as any back alley or dark corner.
If what I have to say on my path to healing bothers someone I'd like to have them as themselves why before they ask me to be quiet. After all, I believe that if you can choose differently for yourself then others can also decide to at least try to if not understand, then respect you for it.