Injustice is a difficult topic. I’m a highly sensitive person and see a lot of injustice around me on a daily basis. Syria, Iraq, poverty, dogs that don’t get walked and my neighbour swearing at her kids… it all gets me going.
In my own life, the past two years since Ripley was born have been tough. I’ve got some stuff from before that too, and it colours my whole world. There is no denying that I’ve had more unfortunate stuff happen than is fair or reasonable. It’s not cool, it’s not OK and I wish with all my might that I could go back and change it somehow, but I can’t.
People tell me that I have to let go, to accept it. I get that everyone has stuff, but not everyone has the same amount of stuff and what I’ve realised that past few months is that no one will ever get it because while people go through stuff, they often have a hard time empathising with someone else who is feeling is so deeply.
My motivation and salvation now lie in channelling my energy into my writing and my study. Through both, I can provide ideas and inspiration for intentional living, for frugality, for focusing on boundaries and your own interests and passions, for gentle parenting; for finding your little bit of peace.
It’s hard to overcome the sense of unfairness, and wherever you can fight to change things, I advocate for changing what you can. But sometimes it is truly outside of your control and you must learn to live with that, but you don’t have to say ‘oh well, I’m OK with it’. You can be angry and upset, but channel it into something positive for yourself, and hopefully for others.