“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” ~ Maya Angelou
One of the things that breaks my heart about my past is the fassod my family and I put on - the fake masks of happiness and togetherness that we all put on to make everyone on the outside think everything was okay. And how damaging that was to my brother and I. It just prevents you from being helped. And being believed.
Something I wrestle with is KNOWING there are other kids and families out there who are putting on the same masks. Kids and parents sitting in MY church! And they aren't being helped.
I told my counselor that I have the strongest desire to talk to these kids and tell them to tell someone! That they don't have to wear the mask and they can feel safe to go to someone and share their story. His response to me was this...
"If you do have that conversation with the teenagers in your church tell them that the more they share, the less power it will have over them."
A Gestalt moment.
He's right. Hidden secrets have tremendous power over us. They make us weaker even though for some reason we feel a sense of strength in keeping them.
Are you sharing your story? Even anonymously? My prayer is that the power of your past and even your present will fade each time you are able to share.
Praying for you today.