When one is hurt, only his hurt is real. Other people’s hurts doesn’t matter. They are just an added burden which one couldn’t carry anymore.
When one is hurt, one needs attention. One is like a vacuum that needs to draw all the good things towards it. All he sees is his deep emptiness that must be filled, and it isn’t filled. It’s like a cistern with many holes that could never be filled.
When one is hurt, one feels alone and cast away. One yearns to reach out but is unable to. No one wants to share his hurt, and he is thus left more alone.
When one is hurt, one hurts other people. One may not want to, but one does. Others are hurt because he has no capacity to absorb more hurt or think about others. At other times, others are hurt because deep within him, he wants them to understand. He wants others to feel his hurt, too, that he may not feel so alone.
When one is hurt, one finds it difficult to trust, to receive and to be loved. Everyone is a suspect for causing him more hurt. Everyone is a suspect for further rejections and betrayals.
When one is hurt, only those who are strong in love can reach him. Only those who are willing to reach out to his darkness can bring him light.
When one is hurt, one needs healing. One has to recognize his wounds and one must see his problems as they are.
When one is hurt so much, sometimes the only light that could reach him is God’s light, and the only love that could heal him is God’s love. No other person is trustworthy enough or strong enough. Only God’s love is stubborn enough to persist, even to the point of death and of offering of one’s own life just so that the lost may be found and the blind may be made to see again.
When one is hurt, one dies slowly. But he who finally trusts in the God who pursues him shall have new life!