It takes courage to cultivate empathy, to not callus your heart against the pain of the world and so many (too many) people in it, or even against the truth that is in one’s own heart and history. The eating disorder numbed a lot of that for me. I remember, in early recovery, it was so difficult to feel all that anger and sadness and other “negative” emotions that had previously been numbed. However, after about a month in a special recovery home, I laughed, and one of the girls commented, “I’ve never seen you look so happy.” That was when I realized that not only had my difficulties been numbed, but my true enjoyment of life as well. It took a TON of work. It still does; I won’t lie and admit that I have to remain watchful and remember that the eating disorder voice IS a liar and it DOES want to destroy me.
These things inspired a sijo for Ronovan Writes about “work.” By the way, this was not what I had been expecting to write all week, since I saw the prompt. It’s remarkable how that happens.
What an insurmountable mountain stands, over life's landscape: All the troubles that had been buried now seen, a little at a time, Yet little treasures and caring comforts are also unearthed.