the outright injustice of her not understanding
(((Bear)))
One of the longest, hardest lessons I ever grasped (and only fairly recently) was that I needed, for my own life's sake, to accept that there is injustice, that it will never be fully righted, that it is one of the side effects of Nism as inevitably as a side effect of an unpreventable random disease, and that this is something I need to learn to be at peace in the midst of, regardless.
If I ever, ever want to be happy. Or have peace.
I can give my peace up to my Ns as though they own it (it's free as air), or I can claim it as my own reality.
And it's begun to work. My Nmother, my NP(psychopathic spectrum, I truly believe) brother, my Nbosses present and past...
They're like the weather of this winter. I had no choice but to learn how to find warmth, how to cheer myself through the cold, how to remember that spring belongs to no one.
So, no one, even Ns in all directions, can prevent me from experiencing the joy of spring. Or daily joys. But my belief that justice must come first, or that Ns own peace, can prevent me.
That's how I see it. It's a huge relief. Some days I wobble and forget. But in general, knowing that happiness does not belong to anyone, but is there for me as much as I choose to claim it, has supplanted the old belief that justice must come before I can be happy.
Justice won't come. Or if it does, it won't be about me when it does. Meanwhile...should I miss spring?
Don't miss spring, dear Bear.
love,
Hops