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On Watching the Unwatchable and Believing in Human Resilience



I caught yet another documentary the other night.

It wasn’t planned. These things never are. You start folding laundry, or answering emails, or trying to quiet your brain, and suddenly you’re forty minutes into something that changes the temperature of the room.

This one did.

It was Kidnapped: Elizabeth Smart.

If you don’t know her story, Elizabeth Smart was abducted from her home at 14 years old by Brian David Mitchell. He was a street preacher her family had hired for odd jobs. She was sexually assaulted and held captive for nine months before strangers recognized her and police rescued her in Sandy, Utah.

Even typing that feels heavy.

The documentary shows unfathomable cruelty. The kind that makes your chest tighten. The kind that reminds you how vulnerable children are. The kind that makes you stare at the ceiling afterward and wonder how human beings can do such horrific things to one another.

It’s disturbing. It’s heartbreaking. It’s infuriating. And yet.

Elizabeth Smart says in the film, “There are happy endings.”

That sentence stayed with me.

Because how does someone who endured that level of trauma even find those words?

What struck me most wasn’t just the inhumanity. Though there is plenty of that. It was the resilience. The quiet, fierce survival. The way Elizabeth rebuilt her life. The way she refuses to let what happened define the entirety of who she is.

She went on to become an activist. A voice. A force. She took something unspeakable and transformed it into purpose.

That doesn’t erase what happened.
It doesn’t soften the horror. It doesn’t make it okay.

But it does remind us of something essential. Humans can get through really bad things. Truly terrible things.

Not everyone does. Not everyone emerges whole. Trauma leaves marks. Scars don’t disappear just because someone smiles again. Healing is not linear. Strength doesn’t mean untouched.

But still.

People survive. People adapt. People find meaning. People build lives after devastation.

Thank God.

Watching stories like Elizabeth’s makes me profoundly sad. Especially knowing that children, every day, are forced to endure experiences no human should ever have to carry. It reminds me how much responsibility we have to protect, to listen, to believe, to advocate.

It also reminds me how powerful support is. How much it matters when communities show up. When survivors are heard. When causes are funded. When awareness becomes action.

Elizabeth Smart is an amazing woman. What she went through is utterly horrid and deeply unjust. But her courage, her voice, her commitment to helping others that is something sacred.

I can only hope people continue to support her and the work she does.

Because documentaries like this don’t exist just to shock us.

They exist to wake us up.

To remind us that suffering is real. That resilience is real. And that what we choose to do with that knowledge matters.

So tonight, I’m holding two truths at once. That the world can be unbearably cruel. And, that the human spirit, somehow, keeps finding ways to rise.

Both are true.

And both deserve our attention.

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  1. Overcoming Darkness Indeed Dear
    Miriam Humans Have the Potential
    To Pull Themselves UP by the SKiN

    of Their Fingernails

    Out of Real HeLL ON EartH

    Even A Place Within Invisible

    To All Other Humans Close or Far

    Understanding How Low a Human

    Soul Can Will And Does Fall into Rings

    Of Frozen
    HeART
    With
    SPiRiT
    Descending
    Into Nether Lands
    Beyond All Feelings
    And Senses Numb and
    FRoZeN Cold Where Dousing
    Oneself With Gasoline and Burning

    Forever A Wish
    For A Heaven in
    A Hell for Real

    Where Even
    Demons Fear

    To Tread
    For Real

    Yet How Do Folks
    Understand Who Have
    Never Entered ‘This Never Land’

    Nope Not the Kind of Never Land
    Where You Float About an Inch off
    The Ground in A Heavenly FLiGHT

    of Dance
    As Feather
    Becoming Wind Free

    i Could Write Forever Yet
    It Would Never Do Justice
    To Both HeLL AND Heaven Within For

    Real Far Beyond Words This Reality is

    Ah Yes Some Folks Can Will and Do

    Climb Their Way Out Every Inch Skin

    Of Nails More

    Yet Others

    Seemingly Never
    Escape the Place
    of FRoZeN Cold
    Pain and Numb Within

    Like my Psychotherapist Used
    to Say There is One Disorder She
    Refuses to Attempt to Help the Other

    Human To Heal Yes Border Line Personality

    Disorder Yet Did She Hear the Stories They Confessed

    of an Uncle With a Broomstick and Two Little Girls She

    And Her
    Sister Indeed

    And What About
    Her In Her Father’s
    Bed in Her 20’s Taking
    Her Life with Her Father’s
    Revolver In His Bed With Loving Husband
    Yes And Two Loving Children Back at Home

    Indeed She Told me about the Unspeakable

    Horrors of What Her Father Did to Her Many Years Before

    Indeed ‘They’ Say Somewhere Around 25 Percent of Women
    And Others Have Been Neglected and Abused ThiS WaY Yet

    No From
    What i’Ve

    Heard in Life
    At Least
    Closer to
    50 Percent
    By Those They
    Should Have Been
    Able to Trust the Most

    Indeed We Hear About those
    Who Have Survived and Even Thrived
    Through Unspeakable Horrors of Neglect and Abuse

    Yet What About those Who Are Relegated as Unsalvageable

    Even By Those Who Get Paid to Help Them Indeed Something.

    i Consider
    These Days
    Before Thinking
    About Throwing

    Those Functionally
    Disabled ThiS WaY Away

    Or Yes Judging Anyone at
    All as The Darkest Secrets

    May Never
    Speak at all

    Is THere Any Room
    For SMiLes in this Story

    Hell No Yet
    Heaven Yes
    THere is

    STill

    Hope
    Yes as
    Humans Breathe..:)

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