The dry sink in my living room had fallen from the wall. My mother could not explain it! My father was worried we had been the victims of a home invasion. My sister was crying.
I decided that I could benefit greatly from hiring an expert, a consultant who could advise me. At this point, I had already proven to myself that I was willing to do the emotional work, no matter how tough or painful it may be. I just needed someone to help me clear the air and point me in the right direction.
As much as we position our country as the epitome of inter-religious, interethnic harmony, it’s no secret that the race-based politics stemming from decades past has come to shape our culture that defines (and more often than we’d like, divides) itself along ethnic lines. That said, I’m no subject matter expert, nor am I here to trigger the ire of fragile sensitivities – these are real, boots-on-the-ground accounts of what has happened and what will probably keep happening for the foreseeable future.
I know that this might sound so hard and maybe even impossible for you to do but instead of carrying that baggage everywhere you go, why don’t you unload it? Start this year with a clean slate and stop obsessing over the fact that you’ve been hurt by someone, that you’ve been broken by someone, etc.
I know War in all of its sickening “glory,” in that I have tasted the cordite, smelled the burnt brass and copper and heard the high-pitched screaming whistle of incoming death, and felt the tacky-stickiness of blood. Mercenary. Gun-for-hire. That’s what Civilians call us when they are feeling charitable.
He believed to his very bones that his aunt was the devil, and that he had been commanded by God to go and kill her.
My sister lives 5 hours away, so she tries to come up every other weekend which helps, but the main care giving falls on me. I feel very guilty if I can not get in every day, even though I know that she is safe.