The Hurt Has To Stop

That moment I decided to bravely embrace my frailty, the universe opened up. I slowly recovered a few smiles. But when the universe opens up; it is not always a happy story. I began to meet more people who have gone through similar pains. It was an awakening. And although I was nursing my own pain; I couldn’t resist reaching out an embrace for the other. Perhaps, it is due to my professional training. Or as some people prefer to have it, it is my natural inclination.





The Hurt Has To Stop

I met more women in pain. I met men in pain.
Domestic violence and abuse became more real to me.
I saw the gravity of pain.
Domestic violence affects everyone.
The new friendship became one of synergic force.
One person helps the other as she/he heals herself/himself.
The undamaged pitches in as well.
Everyone’s perspective of things and relationships begin to change.
It was amazing. It was dynamic.

Domestic violence affects everyone. We all choose our actions towards it. I beg though, please consider; the hurt has to stop.