We always are. That is the 'hurt,' the victim, side oef any story. Our own hearts are the heart of any such story, and, when we are willing to truly see, so are 'theirs' whoever 'they' may be.

We all give too much power away. And then we learn its value. We begin to treasure the learning over the need to be right or to feel superior or even to feel angry or incensed, because that feels moroe empowered than the fear of being 'trashed' yet again.

Brilliant. Your writing feels more soulfully embodied of late. Brava!

Admiring of your courage, Juluia. As always.