In the end, I returned to the sanitarium. This time by choice and without the reams of commitment papers, the hustling of orderlies, and motherly coaxing of nurses. The baby-blue walls and polished linoleum shine with familiarity, and the bars feel less restrictive than I remember.
I wander the halls with a certain air of freedom, considering my state. The same doctors make rounds in their cliched white coats and spectacles. Clipboards hang on hooks bolted to metal doors, and fluorescent lights hum in group-counseling like a chorus of wasps.
Despite the harsh glare of the world inside these walls, I’d found healing here. It came with compassion, by listening to stories with a crack in my heart, by risking a touch, a tear, an act of kindness. Not toward me, but toward others. Healing wasn’t about banishing my demons, a goal that had led me astray for years. It was grounded in the audacity to love, and I’d found my courage like a tidal wave.
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“grounded in the audacity of love” Wow. I love this piece Sue.
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I loved Diana’s phrase there too, Penny.
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thanks, Michael 🙂
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Thanks so much for sharing, Sue. All your prompts are evocative and this one no less. 🙂
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Thanks, Diana. With my photos mostly locked in the exploded PC, I am struggling to find photos for the prompts… but I will 🙂
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Love this piece by Diana. So beautiful and penetrating. Thanks for sharing, Sue. 🙂
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A pleasure to share Diana’s work, Natalie 🙂
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This piece blew me away. I ADORE Diana’s way with words and concepts.
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It is a very good one 🙂 I am always pleased when Diana joins in 🙂
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