A reason is a turning point that gives you an alternate route to act out your own frustration. This acting out of frustration removes any sense of responsibility for your own hurt, it’s all id. You’re an open wound and you can’t be touched by anything because you’re convinced your body will heal this wound on its own. To have so much faith in your physical body, that you don’t need to flex anything in your mind is a confidence or blind faith I can’t hold onto. You can luxuriate in the ‘reason’ for someone hurting you and lean into the victimhood of this. Each second you spend in this space is time you do not recognise your own power and autonomy to have control over the thoughts speeding through your head.
My best revenge is not thinking about you at all. You had a reason but that wasn’t an excuse to hurt me.
