Thursday, June 18, 2026

What do you do when justice never comes

 


I saw this in an email post and haven't stopped thinking about it.  What do you do when justice never comes? You cry, you scream, you keep breathing, and then you cry some more.  There are some things in this life for which there will never be justice. There will be no answers; there will be no resolution. There are some things in this life that are not fair and should not happen, but they do.  So when justice doesn't come, you hold on to the things that make your heart sing. You find ways to find meaning in those injustices around you, then find ways to do things differently. 

I know, for me and my story, there are things that are just completely unjust: the things that have happened, the way I was treated, and the ways things were handled. There is nothing fair in the cards that I was dealt in this world. I could have hurt others; I could have turned cold; I could have made the choice to hate, to become bitter.  Instead, I took all of the things that happened, and I worked on them, I molded them, I tore them apart in order to heal. I made the hard choices to do things differently than I had ever known.  I do not blame a single person for how they chose to handle their injustices. All of us deal with the worst things in all different ways. Some heal and grow, some heal and hate. Some look the other way, and still, some heal and make a difference for others. When your justice doesn't come, you have very important choices to make, and decisions about the life that you want to lead going forward. My heart aches; there are still some wounds that need tending, but I will never stop tending. I will never stop giving meaning to the things that have happened to me in order to breathe freely. I used to say "fighting," but I think "tending" is a better word.  I am present, I am aware and I am more than willing to do the mending to find the happy. There are times that often get lost, but I am still clearing out, making room for all the things that I deserve to make this little bruised heart of mine forever happy. 



I heart your heart 



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