I find myself at the root of my suffering. It is a place of uncertainty. It is uncomfortable and saddening. Memories surface and manifest as current emotional pain. She disregarded. He rendered me powerless. He mocked. He berated. At the root of my suffering I am conquered, defeated, alienated and isolated.

I must look at this root with both eyes wide opened, stare it down without fear and loosen its deadly grip upon my soul. I will be liberated, whole and free as long as I can observe my suffering self through the eyes of self compassion. I stand alone in my suffering and I alone must find the courage to move beyond it.