The way is love and silence...

Once again I am heartbroken to pieces, down to the scars and band-aids; they broke again.

I understand that healing is not easy and that many times the processes reopen.

And although I don't want to be a warrior or face battles, I only have the option of moving on, because I want with all my might, to continue living.

Life means extreme situations for some, experiences that hurt; so we are grateful to have health. Thank you to those who are firm with me, for the love, the prayers, the contributions... Actions say much more than words.

I just found out that I still have things to heal, that I have continued to carry the.weight of broken hearts and wounds that are not mine, and that do not belong to me.

That I still haven't understood yet, that what you want to leave is not loss, but liberation; that even if I reconcile with my pain, my sorrows and my faults there are still pending things.

That it's now or never, because the clock is ticking and I still have dreams to fulfill. I have asked for forgiveness, I have reconciled with him.past; I've let go, I've let go of the heavy backpack, but still... I'm missing something to get...

I need to give myself the courage I deserve to accept that I am worthy of good things happening to me; to open up more to love in all its expression and not just give it away.

To demand that I be honored and respected by those who want to be with me and that I no longer be humiliated by family or friends.

Today I understand what I was missing and that is not only why again? If not, why again? What more can I learn from all this...? It's up to me to start one process again and start with the other, from which I will come out stronger and more grateful than ever.

There are very hard teachings, but they are for learning, I have my husband, children, family, good friends and "special" guardian angels who serve as support for me, in these moments when I collapse. Good people who make me not worry about anything; if not, let me take care of healing, living my process and being happy.

I've started writing poetry again, because poetry brings me back to the sacredness of our origin and our end, invites me to calm and sanity, especially in these days when time seems to go faster. Being and Being, Openness to the "open" God and hope or to the "closed", the Nothingness Circumference or entropy.

It is my form of the necessary will in my life to face the many trials that life has in store for me.

This recurrence is always strengthened from the lessons that life gives us. It is my greatest duty to take advantage of everything that happens to me, to grow, in mettle and spirit.

It is about self-respect and respect for the other, this is fundamental in our intrapersonal relationship and interpersonal relationships.

Art transcends us and somehow helps me to overcome time.

Janitze 🦋

Any images in this post are taken with my iPhone 12, the Infinix pro-note 30 or with the camera Rolleiflex 2.8 f, and edited with Canva

Separator made with Canva by @janitzearratia

Translation with |DeepL