I’m going to assume that we all know what a leper is and the stigma around that. I’ll assume we’re all familiar with the stories about lepers in the Bible.
How NO ONE wanted to go near a leper.
I can imagine the crowd dispersing like a drop of soap in water with oil as the leper approached.
I fear that sometimes.
When my inner chaos, depression, anxiety, confusion, turmoil, doubt, struggle… is so strong and I want to cry out for help.
I’m too afraid.
I’m afraid if people see what’s inside, I’ll become the leper.
And everyone will scatter.
And I’ll be all alone.
Curled up on the floor. crying.
Only wanting love.
I don’t want to be the leper…