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A young woman sat in a small park alone, and she'd been crying for a while. A black backpack was on the table. Although a journal was in front of her, she remained too distraught to write.
Beneath her tears, you could also feel the anger coursing through her body. Undoubtedly the young woman was in emotional turmoil. It was evident the woman needed some support.
As if on cue, a beautiful redhead woman approached the young woman. She kindly asked if she could sit. The overwrought young woman had no objection. But, for an unknown reason, she felt instantly calmer in the redhead's proximity.
She noticed the woman had an Irish accent. Yet her dark eyes held warmth and love. She gently asked the woman what was bothering her. The young woman finished drying her tears. Then slowly shared her story of what led her to be so upset. She explained that she suffered from numerous mental illnesses.
She'd been in treatment her entire life. However, virtually none of her issues had ever been resolved. The primary reason she was upset was that her family constantly mistreated her. Everyone disrespected her, and she was abused in every word.
She'd never had a positive relationship in her life. Both her mother and twin sister had physically assaulted her more then once. Her father had verbally abused her. Then, a month ago, she'd gone on a vacation. But it wasn't a vacation as her godmother did nothing but nitpick her. And no one took her side when she came home. So then she sent an awful letter.
She couldn't help but wonder if she deserved this toxic treatment. If everyone in her family was unhealthy and constantly contacted toxic people, did that mean she was toxic? The redhead smiled before replying. "Do you think your toxic? And where did these thoughts come from?"
"I emailed my online friends information about toxic people. But, unfortunately, I couldn't help by doing some self-reflection."
"Hmm, how many people do you think to know you well enough to answer your question?"
"Well, my family isn't one to ask. Since they're toxic themselves and in denial of their toxic behavior."
"Is there anyone you can think of who does know you then?"
"My friends online said they don't see me as toxic. I've told them about my life, and they don't believe I'm like my family. My case manager doesn't think I'm toxic, either. But it still worries me because I've suffered so much. And I can't help but feel there is a reason for being treated like trash."
The redhead seemed to be thinking of her words carefully. "It's true that many humans showcase the worst attributes of humanity. However, being a victim of abuse doesn't automatically mean your an abuser yourself. The same as having toxic people in your life doesn't make you one."
Sighing, she then asked, "I still don't feel for sure I cannot consider it on some level. I don't know if there is anyone who knows me that wouldn't be unbias."
"There is one person who knows everyone inside and out. And He alone knows all sides of that individual soul."
"Huh?"
"I know some hurting people may think asking God for help isn't helpful. But, I also know many people don't like it when others tell them God doesn't give them more then they can handle.
From a human perspective, we cannot tell someone else if they've too significant a burden or not. That's why its up to individuals themselves to decide when their burdens have become too great.
When do they become too great? That's when you should ask God to take some of the burdens off you. But, unfortunately, he may not respond in a way you understand. Or feel as if He responds at all.
However, He will always be there when you need a shoulder to cry on, whenever the world's heavy burdens become too much. Even if you're not a religious person? Know that God loves you, and when do you realize that? Then, you'll feel some of the weight lift off you. I hope that helped you find comfort in some way."
"It's made me feel a little better. Thanks for listening. Have a nice day, Ma'am." the girl collected her things before hopping on her bike to go home. The redhead smiled before vanishing. This was a typical day for an angel of God.