Yes, I do feel within me that I am a beautiful spirit, and thank you for saying so.
I don’t say that in any conceited way, but just in a way that appreciates that I am worthy of goodness just as much as anyone else.
I used to be down on myself when I lived with the abuser. I have learned that it was all lies and that one must not be down on themselves. The world gives us enough bombardment from the outside. I have no desire to destroy my own walls from within.
I get down, really really down, and sometimes wish to die, but never do I ever put myself down.
Are you, too, a beautiful spirit?
I think we who have been through much and have survived – and who hasn’t? – who continue to breathe and to love others, are like the Japanese art of Kintsugi, where the damage to broken vessels is not concealed, but rather it is magnified by filling the cracks with gold, beautifying them in spite of – or because of – the blows they have received.
We didn’t ask for pain, but we got it, and we will not be rendered useless because of it. May we instead be beautified within via the gold hammered into our wounds.