We can be so much more destructive to ourselves than any outside force. I really believe that. Here's the thing--someone can do something to us once, twice, countless times for years, but there are moments we have to ourselves. And how do we spend those moments? Reliving? Rehashing? Pulling up destruction even in our longed-for breathing room? I don't know. I don't know how, safely, to discuss this sort of thing, these dangerous waters.
But I do know that I've met people who have survived the unthinkable, the unendurable, and yet they endure. And yet they teach, they hope, they believe, they create, they love. If that can be true, and if they can be here and living and breathing and open and receptive, then surely, surely we can, all of us, make it.