We are a culture enthralled with stories.
We want stories to move us to feel something, stories that make us laugh and stories that make us rise up and want to
defend the weak and powerless.
But when it comes to our own stories of heartache and pain, we would rather forget. We don't want to look back at our pasts because who wants to dredge up all that stuff anyway? So instead, we choose to recall and remember only the stories that bring us joy - our favorite birthday, our favorite vacation or the birth of a child. We want to remember the pleasure and not the pain.
We think by choosing not to remember the pain, the past will no longer affect us.
Sometimes painful things happen to us. Sometimes we make choices for our lives that cause us pain. And sometimes life is just hard.
Maybe you keep finding yourself in unhealthy relationships or relationships that just don't work out. Maybe you've noticed yourself reacting to situations in ways you don't understand. Or maybe you've begun to remember things you thought you forgot and want someone to help you makes sense of your memories.
Maybe it's time to start reading your own story. Not just the good parts, but all the parts.
Because all of it - the pleasure and the pain - compose your story.
And your story matters.