12 February 2018
I'm no expert on life, love, relationships, or religion. I just know pain when I see it.
<p>I, too, have felt its familiar harness close to my mind, heart, and soul--the pain's gripping circulation grappling at all of who you are. My heart breaks most days thinking of you crying yourself to sleep at night. I often wonder if one day the hurt will seem just too hard to bear and you will decide tomorrow is not worth witnessing. I wish there was something I could do to make it all stop. To make you feel like you could wake up and this would all be over, but I can't. </p><h3>Just let me tell you what I know to be true.</h3><p>Life will sometimes make you feel as if you will be broken irrevocably. Situations will come along frequently without warning to make you lose sense of yourself, to make you feel lost, to make you feel miserable…even desperate at times. You will begin to settle in with worthlessness whispering in your ear. It will disturb you at every waking moment and taunt you until you listen. You will flail and scrape for shame the glue holding the remnants of you together. </p><p>You will live and breathe out of emotions that will take its toll on you and you won't even recognize yourself.</p><p class="shortcode-media shortcode-media-rebelmouse-proxy-image"> <img type="lazy-image" data-runner-src="https://assets.rebelmouse.io/eyJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiIsInR5cCI6IkpXVCJ9.eyJpbWFnZSI6Imh0dHBzOi8vbWVkaWEucmJsLm1zL2ltYWdlP3U9JTJGd3AtY29udGVudCUyRnVwbG9hZHMlMkYyMDE3JTJGMDklMkZibGFjay1naXJsLWNyeWluZy1naWYtOC5naWYmaG89aHR0cCUzQSUyRiUyRmdpZmltYWdlLm5ldCZzPTc2NiZoPWI4Y2YzNGJjYTJmODQ2NTgwNjE2ZTczN2M1YTJmM2YxODdjNWE3MzQ4ZjhlYTQ0YzcxMTFkNDYxYzA4MjM4YjQmc2l6ZT05ODB4JmM9MzEwMjgyOTk0IiwiZXhwaXJlc19hdCI6MTYyOTY4NDg0Nn0.zbpwEsOPbiI5FJG9xP88xQhY2WeMy3PZc4a0deyduXE/img.jpg" id="7cbc1" class="rm-shortcode" data-rm-shortcode-id="e9eec0b740cd2c08c314dcd0a167dfbb"> <small class="image-media media-photo-credit" placeholder="add photo credit..."> <a href="http://gifimage.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/black-girl-crying-gif-8.gif" target="_blank">gifimage.net</a> </small> </p><h3>Dear Queen, that's not you. None of that is you.</h3><p>Somewhere along the lines you've developed life patterns, more like love patterns, of worry, of doubt, of anxiousness. You've acquired these false images and saw yourself in the frame. Too much time you've spent on disguised brief satisfactions of love due to typical fixations. </p><p>Too much time you've spent doubting everything because one person taught you, you weren't anything. You weren't worthy.</p><h4>Dear Queen, that's not you. None of that is you.</h4><p>In that moment, you didn't know it was second-rate love and the real thing you had to wait on. In that moment, you didn't give your heart permission to be trampled upon.</p><p><div class="adRUPTad medrectangle" data-adunit="medrectangle"></div><div class="ad-tag"> <span class="ad-tag__inner" data-pos="in_content"></span> </div></p><h3>In that moment, you didn't know that sometimes your first source of love could be the first source of your pain.</h3><p class="shortcode-media shortcode-media-rebelmouse-image"><img type="lazy-image" data-runner-src="https://assets.rebelmouse.io/eyJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiIsInR5cCI6IkpXVCJ9.eyJpbWFnZSI6Imh0dHBzOi8vYXNzZXRzLnJibC5tcy8xMjYxNTc1NS9vcmlnaW4uZ2lmIiwiZXhwaXJlc19hdCI6MTY0NTAyMzYxN30.o66Z8nyCO36WSkKAp8QvJ3GTfD8CYIcT___WO4X6P30/img.gif?width=980" id="bc7b6" class="rm-shortcode" data-rm-shortcode-id="b399d8320a5f0e6e4853b677d66f9596" data-rm-shortcode-name="rebelmouse-image"></p><p>Now you're burned and you're searching and assessing through your insecurities because you didn't know. Now you're doing things that at times you know are wrong because it's easy and it's comfortable. Because you didn't know.</p><h4>Dear Queen, that's not you. None of that is you.</h4><p>It's not your fault. Someone once told me, “Good people make mistakes too." </p><p>You can't do anything about what you didn't know, but you can do something with what you've learned.</p><h3>Dear Queen, you're not burned because of your past, nor due to your mistakes. </h3><p>You're burned because you're walking around with half of yourself knowing you're counterfeit, but you're pretending you're whole. </p><p>You can't keep trying to pass off a facade of yourself. </p><p>To him. To her. To another friend. To another relationship. </p><p><em>You can't keep doing that.</em></p><p>You'll lose them.</p><p>You'll lose yourself.</p><h4>Dear Queen, that's not you. None of that is you.<br></h4><h3>Only for so long can you keep cohabitating with life in brokenness.</h3><p class="shortcode-media shortcode-media-rebelmouse-proxy-image"> <img type="lazy-image" data-runner-src="https://assets.rebelmouse.io/eyJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiIsInR5cCI6IkpXVCJ9.eyJpbWFnZSI6Imh0dHBzOi8vbWVkaWEucmJsLm1zL2ltYWdlP3U9JTJGaW1hZ2VzJTJGMjIwOTMyMjA1ZmQwYWZhZGY3NDJiM2YyZDc5ZTE0MjQlMkZ0ZW5vci5naWYlM0ZpdGVtaWQlM0Q1MDcxNjU2JmhvPWh0dHBzJTNBJTJGJTJGbWVkaWExLnRlbm9yLmNvbSZzPTE3MCZoPTU2Njg2MThjN2MwY2NjZTNiMDY1ZDNhYjYxOTA5ZDMzNzNiNmU5ZTVmOGEzZDJmNzhlZDIzMDA3Y2I3MjIxMjEmc2l6ZT05ODB4JmM9Mzc1MTkzMDIyMSIsImV4cGlyZXNfYXQiOjE2NTcxMTcxMDF9.Ia0PMcbVsPtyAnb9G5RdgTYJUVVn_fypUs4c46yN5js/img.jpg" id="1760e" class="rm-shortcode" data-rm-shortcode-id="0266c6c5a3b3aaaa6bdbf1acb825b328"> <small class="image-media media-photo-credit" placeholder="add photo credit..."> <a href="https://media1.tenor.com/images/220932205fd0afadf742b3f2d79e1424/tenor.gif?itemid=5071656" target="_blank">media1.tenor.com</a> </small> </p><p>There is no way you can make sense of it all. </p><h3>You must go through the process of becoming whole again and it won't be easy. </h3><p>It will probably be the most difficult thing you will ever have to do. I don't know nor do I have all the answers. But I do know who does--God. God can reverse it all. He will rescue you in your pain, but you have to stop hiding just because it hurts.</p><p>Don't you keep missing your moment because you are worried, afraid, or ashamed. Take a chance on you today. </p><p>All those things you've dreamed about are still being worked out. There are more opportunities waiting on you. The best thing you can do right now, in this moment, is to become intimate with God by becoming intimate with yourself.</p><h4>Dear Queen--It is my prayer for you that you will take the sweetest baptismal in God's love. </h4><p>That you will be so enmeshed by God that you are one, purified by his grace and mercy. </p><p>And you will walk upright knowing your sufficiency by knowing His.</p><p>-xo</p><p>Dominique</p><p><em><strong><a href="http://xonecole.com/topic/dear-queen/" target="_blank">Dear Queen</a> is a series dedicated to letters from women written for themselves and other women. Have a “Dear Queen" letter or a personal essay you'd like to submit? We want to read it! E-mail your submissions to email@example.com. </strong></em></p><p><div class="ad-tag"> <span class="ad-tag__inner" data-pos="in_content"></span> </div></p><p><em>This letter is written by Dominique Mack, a writer, counselor, and advocate whose vision is to help people heal through their own stories. She hails from Brunswick, GA and regularly blogs for those finding their way at: <a href="http://aregulargirlthatlovesthelord.tumblr.com/" rel="noopener" target="_blank">A Regular Girl Who Loves The Lord</a>.</em></p>
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