“I had begun to understand that we had lent our voices to a discourse whose sole purpose was to dehumanize and brutalize.” (180)
My thoughts…
I abhor bullies. I cannot abide violence. I have a really hard time wrapping my head around abuse of any kind. I wanted to quit, but I had to know if Westover was going to stand up for herself…to survive despite her family.
For every word written there are a million different interpretations. There is never only one path, one right answer.
As we grow we expect our thinking to evolve. Experiences tend to shape us. To open our eyes to new possibilities, new paths.
Whose voice do we choose to listen to? As children? As adults? When do we decide to listen to our heart? To come to terms with our own thinking?
How do we begin to blend what we learned growing up with what the world throws at us? Can we blend this new information with our old selves? Which relationships will survive our shifts in thinking? Which relationships will suffer?
When is it time to cut the ties that cause us the most harm, and yet are at the core of our being? When do we have the courage to put self care ahead of the needs of others?
Will we ever know when we have truly come to terms with all life has thrown at us? And to be ok with the choices that we made?