Raw nerves are complicated with teeth and souls, and near to impossible to protect at all times. So, when I got triggered and some raw, unresolved pain got poked, a venomous string of words shot out of my mouth. And in less time than it takes to snap my fingers, I was undone. Unwell. Unraveled. All the “progress” I thought I’d made seemed like such a sham. Forgiveness is such a complicated grace, for sure. But how in the world does it uncomplicate my blinding pain so I can see beautiful again? Sometimes words sound so possible until the living of them feels impossible. Stupid rhetoric.
