When the walls.....

I read Post Secret every week, as do most other net users, and I find it so fascinating the things that people share. Often I am more fascinated that they share things that I could as well.

This week, someone sent in this postcard. It was a teacher who also sent an email about how he works with abused and neglected students, and how he sees their misbehavior as an excuse to have people prove that they care no matter what.

I must've sat and stared at this photo for 5 minutes. It hits a nerve in me that runs so deep it could almost strangle the last breath out of my lungs. I am a wall builder. And it is for this same reason that is posted here in front of this wall. It's something I have struggled with since my youth. I like to think that I have mostly put the trowel down, and the walls have crumbled along with the rock. But that would require me to admit that I don't wear masks anymore. Which is not entirely true. I still take out the "I'm fine", or "I'm brave" or "Nothing bothers me" masks once in a while. I still build walls, just little stone borders instead of large barriers. Rome wasn't built in a day. And it takes a long time and a lot of healing to move forward. "I may not be there yet, but I'm closer than I was yesterday." ~anonymous