When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools,
dig a way out through the bottom
to the ocean. There is a secret medicine
given only to those who hurt so hard
they can't hope.
The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.
-Rumi-
What does that secret medicine look like? When do they give it to you? And why did they not give it to all those who took their lives? Why did they hold off on giving the secret medicine to them?
I don't mean to be Job. I want to say only, graciously, lovingly, "Thy will be done," but I need Your help. I need You to hold me. I need You to let me feel You. I need the secret medicine.
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