The question of fairness keeps many of us from forgiving people in our lives who have hurt us in different ways. It doesn’t feel fair that I – the victim of someone’s hurtful, destructive behavior – am the one who sits with the consequences. And, to be honest with you, it’s not fair. Not at all.

The heavy raindrops on the windshield matched the tears streaming down my face as I was driving around and found myself thinking about all the people, I know, who face difficult struggles that don’t hit the pause button just because the calendar says December.

"𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠…𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚" was playing in my ears, and I allowed myself to think of all the people I know and care about who are walking difficult paths and long for their type of oppression to finally cease.