In a very short but powerful book by C.S. Lewis called "The Great Divorce" he describes a bus ride from hell to heaven. C.S. Lewis believed that the gates of hell are locked from the inside, that people are in hell by their own choosing.
The bus riders arrive at the outskirts of heaven and are met by its residents who attempt to convince those who dwell in hell of the wonder of heaven and their ability to access it. Each of the visitors explain why hell is better for them than heaven, each with their own faulty logic. They board the bus and make their way back to hell.
Over the years I have seen people choose hell. I have seen people choose to walk away from peace, contentment, honesty, and joy, only to continue to endure the misery of their own situation. It always fills me with sadness and a sense of powerlessness to effect change. And the way I get through it is to accept it as their choice.
And the sad reality is that until they have the courage to believe that they are worthy of being loved, nothing said to them will convince them otherwise.
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I know I am worthy of love...but it's like there's this disconnect from my heart to my head. My head knows, but my heart doesn't believe it. Does that make sense??
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