Today’s story is from my first book “After – Rain Skies” available via KOBO.COm
The thing about not giving back the pain you received, though, was, if you didn’t have a place to put it, you just carried it around with you.
Yasmin had nowhere to put all the guilt and paranoia she harbored by herself as a child growing up in a house where every day was a fight that felt like her fault, so she left it when she was 19, because she’d reached the limit of what pain she could carry and if she had to endure any more, the pressure would have ended her.
Her grandparents sent her to school, where she Yasmin harnessed her feelings and turned them into the motivation to survive. Constantly, she felt afraid that her father would come find her, and make her pay for ever believing she deserved a better life.
But the fear only made her run faster, and work harder, and aim to get as far away from where she used to be as possible. The fear propelled her to excellence. She got a bachelor’s degree, then a master’s, then a doctorate.
She suffered the occasional meltdown like everybody else, but lived to be 65, and successful, and carried within her the pride of having enough space in her heart to carry, beside the old pains, love and courage and integrity.