To Write a Tragedy
Everyone’s life is a story, of some sort or another. We take our malleable lives and shape them, battered by the winds of the world, and helped by the warmth and love of God. Sometimes, it’s easy to lament the tragedies we write, to fixate on the bad in our lives, the imperfections in ourselves. Some people, tragedies are all they make, because they can’t bring themselves to believe that life could be anything more than pain.
I’ll admit, I’m guilty of that. I’ve been through some rough storms in my life, and there’s a large part of me that’s sick of it, sick of endlessly fixing myself, fighting off depression and loneliness as I struggle ahead towards the next day. All that part of me can see is all that’s wrong with me. The insecurities. The trust issues. The victim complex. The self-hatred. It builds up in my mind until…
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