As real as it gets...

I think I am really bad at being compassionate. Or least expressing this complex emotion. The thing is, compassion asks us to go where it hurts, to enter into the places of pain, to share in brokenness, fear, confusion, and anguish. Compassion challenges us to cry out with those in misery, to mourn with those who are lonely, to weep with those in tears. And placing myself on those levels is extremely triggering for me, because long ago I swore I would never allow myself to fall again so far. Does that mean I am heartless? Not really human at all? 

You were not meant to stay in hell and follow false belief systems. You were bound for greatness. For something not of this world. You were born to help others by leading them across wasteland deserts and roaring oceans. Rise up and be the light home. You were given the gift to see the truth. And even though the universe will have an army of people that will try and oppose you and make you feel alone, you have the power to overcome them. Your family in the sky stands beside you now. They are your strength and as countless as the stars. It is time to let go.