Peeking through the blinds.. You realize they show up unannounced, not suspected, without any warning. Their right at your front door, your living room, your quite space, your mothers house even at times in your bedroom... They don't mind showing up in the bathroom or even your unknown hiding place just to remind you of all the wrong you've done. The pain, the hurt, betrayal and devastation. They refuse to leave better yet they have gotten quite comfortable in your dwelling space. They reside in your mind and soul. Alter your whole being... You can't sleep at night, it sends you in a state of paranoia never knowing when they'll show up! You reflect on the past every chance you get and still no matter what you conjure up in your mind they just won't leave.. Uninvited guests one and the same as unwanted memories...
Shaking memories or dreams is very hard to do.. Too many times people get so consumed in a life they once had that the memories create kind of like an escape world for them to go to. Which leaves them nonexistent to those around them trying to enjoy their company. Other times people just can't shake a situation or event that happened in their life, at a moments notice they will be sent back to that place. They can recall the time, smell in the air and even feel those same gut wrenching emotions all over again. Sending them on a downward spiral. People can be too afraid to say what is really going on with them. If you feel like you don't have any friends in the world or someone who will listen without judging try Jesus. Just try calling on him and talking things through. My prayer would be for you today that you are freed from the slavery of the mind from those haunting memories. "Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is--his good, pleasing and perfect will" (The Bible: Roman 12: 2). Then take it a step further when you ready and reach out to someone.. We've all been there!! :)
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