I have respect for their perseverance and strength.
If I didn't, I wouldn't be able to help them.
I consider it an honor to sit before them.
I consider it a privilege to know them.
Their brokeness is the most difficult thing for them to share.
And yet that is the reason they walk through my door.
There is no reason they should trust me.
There has been no safety.
I cannot know their pain.
The terror they have lived through is my worst imagined nightmare.
A horrifying dream from which they cannot awaken.
An unrelenting haunting continuation of fear and abuse that is real.
Life was twisted.
Family was demented.
Hope was obliterated.
Joy was stolen.
Purity was tainted.
Innoncence was mocked.
Love was shattered.
Trust was murdered.
Over and over and over and over and over again!
The very fact that they sit before me
in an attempt to trust again,
Is an extreme act of courage and valor.